Chapter 2566
“In a society governed by law, I can’t lay a finger on you indeed. But your words have been duly noted, and you can bet your bottom dollar that you’ll be spending the rest of your life behind bars.”
“What do you mean? Ivy’s fine, isn’t she? What gives you the right to lock me up for life?”
Clara, who had previously been blustering about going down with Ivy if it came to that, suddenly found her legs turning to jelly at the prospect of actually being imprisoned.
She had years of good times ahead of her-there was no way she was going to that
hellish cell!
“You’ve already admitted that you orchestrated the whole thing single-handedly. There’s nothing left to argue about. My lawyer will take care of the rest.”
Balfour didn’t even deign to give her a second glance, leaving Clara wailing and desperately clutching at his legs, “Wait, I don’t want to go to jail. I’m only twenty-five, I can’t go back in there!”
Oh, she’s twenty-five, is she? How about Ivy?
Ivy’s even younger. Did Clara ever spare a thought for Ivy when she was busy plotting her downfall, that Ivy was barely in her early twenties?
Balfour’s heart was as hard as stone at that moment. Anyone who had hurt Ivy was beyond redemption in his eyes. She was his soft spot, his one and only red line.
“I’ll talk! I admit it wasn’t all my idea-it was Mara pulling the strings. I would never have taken such risks if it hadn’t been for her! Please, Balfour, you have to believe me!”
Truth be told, Balfour had been bracing himself for this, but hearing Mara’s name still made him sigh heavily.
As he looked at Ivy, who was lying on the bed weak and frail, he knew that even if it was Mara, she would pay the price.
“Quinton, get Leo to handle Clara. He knows what to do next.”
“Got it.”
After giving Ivy’s wounds a cursory bandage, Balfour gently brushed her hair behind her ear.
The sound of the ambulance pulling up was a relief, and he finally exhaled a breath.
The paramedics were taken aback by the scene and carefully transferred Ivy onto the stretcher.
Even the short distance to the ambulance was enough to rouse Ivy from her pain-induced stupor, sweat beading on her forehead.
“Balfour, save me…”
Balfour’s heart twisted in pain at her muffled cries.
“I’m here, Ivy. I’m right here. You’re safe now, don’t be afraid. I’m sorry I’m late.”
Ivy seemed to take comfort in his words, murmuring his name a few more times before slipping back into unconsciousness.
They raced to the hospital.
Dean saw the scene of Ivy being wheeled out of the ambulance and furrowed, asking Balfour what in the world had happened.
Balfour’s gaze followed Ivy into the emergency room. Then he let out a sigh, slumping into a chair.
“I failed to protect Ivy. I failed to care for Granny, and that’s why all of this happened. I blame myself for not seeing people for who they truly are.”
Before the old man could grasp the full story, Balfour was already confessing and apologizing. Dean couldn’t help but smack his grandson lightly on the back of the head.
“What good is sulking now? Since it’s happened, we need to find a way to fix it. You haven’t even told me how Ivy got into this state. Was it another accident?”
Ivy had been kidnapped once before, and since then, they had been extra careful with her security.
But he never expected that he’d see his granddaughter-in-law being carried out of an ambulance once again.
In that moment, it felt as if his own breath had stopped.
His wife had just had an accident. He couldn’t bear the thought of his granddaughter-in-law facing the same fate.
