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Chapter 93

In that moment, Candice felt rooted to the ground, immobilized. She was compelled to listen to

Yvonne’s cries

for her name.

“Candy, get Peach out of here!”

At these words, Ivar ceased his assault on Yvonne. He shifted his angry, murky gaze to Candice,

sneering,”

You’re the daughter of this bitch, aren’t you?”

Regaining her senses, Candice instinctively retreated.

Ivor had shaken off Yvonne, and Ivor advanced toward Candice. Though he was not a tall man, his This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

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aggressive build made him intimidating.

He spat on the ground, declaring. “You got lucky last time that I couldn’t find you. Pay up now that

you’re here!”

His loud voice, combined with Yvonne’s cries, drew a crowd.

Candice stood there with nowhere to go as Ivor approached her. She answered calmly, “I don’t owe

you any

money.”

“But your mother and sister do! And you should pay up! Aren’t you sleeping with some rich guy? Get

him to

pay!”

Ivor’s words reverberated harshly in Candice’s ears.

Taking a deep breath, she countered, “Yvonne is your wife, and Peach is your daughter!”

“Bullshit! They’re just burdens!”

Ivor, infuriated, shoved Candice’s shoulder.

Already feeling unwell, Candice lost her balance and fell backward.

Luckily, a bystander caught her and stabilized her footing.

Ivor’s strong cigarette odor engulfed Candice as he stood uncomfortably close, causing her dizziness

and

nausea.

This was Candice’s first experience of being publicly berated and pointed at on the street. The

scrutinizing stares of the bystanders only intensified her humiliation.

“Motherfucker! Can’t you hear me?” Ivor’s aggression escalated.

He lunged forward, shoving Candice again.

Reacting instinctively, Candice smacked his face with her bag of medicine, her voice icy. “Back off, or

I’ll call the cops!”

Her gaze shifted to Yvonne and Peach.

Peach was weeping bitterly, while Yvonne, holding her, checked for any harm.

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She seemed oblivious to Candice’s plight, as if she had no other daughter.

Yvonne did not give as much as a glance at Candice, as if she had forgotten another daughter who got

pulled

down into this mess because of her.

Ivor took advantage of this moment of distraction.

He snarled as he seized Candice’s collar. “What do you think you are? A whore that is cozying up to

some rich guy. How dare you tilt me?”

His hand rose to strike.

Candice braced herself for the blow, her hand clenched tight, but the anticipated pain did not arrive.

Instead, Ivor cursed, “Damn it! Not you again!”

Alex’s calm voice followed. “Greg, call the police.”

Her heart was racing. She opened her eyes to Alex’s stern expression, restraining Ivor’s about–to–

strike hand.

Candice was still trembling inside.

Greg’s face was likewise solemn. He made a phone call and barked loudly, “Aren’t you going to let go?”

Realizing he was outmatched, Ivor quickly let go of Candice’s collar, turning to Alex to demand, “Let go

of me!”

As Alex’s dark eyes deepened in intensity, he tightened his hold on Ivor’s hand, eliciting a grimace and

a cry of pain from Ivor.

Greg, observing from a distance, commented with a cold snort, “You seemed braver when you were

assaulting

a woman.”

Alex maintained a frosty, foreboding demeanor, and he fixed his eyes silently on Ivor.

Feeling Alex’s intense stare, Ivor became visibly unsettled. He tried to pat Alex with his other hand.

Despite her disdain for Ivor, Candice wished to avoid further complications, aware that dealing with him

could be problematic.

She turned to Alex and softly suggested, “Let’s leave this to the police.”

Alex’s penetrating gaze shifted to Candice, his eyes holding a depth that momentarily halted her.

The police arrived swiftly, first inquiring about the incident with Greg before taking statements from

Candice and Alex.

In a state of panic, Ivor yelled at Yvonne, “Do something! Your daughter’s calling the cops on me!”

Yvonne, holding Peach, glanced at Candice, who quickly looked away as their eyes met.

Greg glanced at Candice, then at Alex, asking. “Are you alright?”

Alex, his eyes still on Candice, responded coolly, “Are you deaf?”

Taken aback, Candice turned to Greg, who gave a faint smile and asked, “You’re alright, aren’t you?”

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Candice affirmed, “Yes, I’m fine.”

Alex let out a cold scoff, remaining silent thereafter.

“Candy,” came Yvonne’s timid voice.

Candice masked her vulnerability, avoiding Yvonne’s gaze. Not looking at Yvonne, she focused on

Peach’s

head and asked, “Is there something else?”

Yvonne, noticing Candice’s changed tone, hesitated before asking weakly, “Why did you call the

police?”

Candice sharply looked up at her.

Yvonne continued, “He won’t be jailed, will he? How long will they hold him? Ivor didn’t really mean it.

He was just upset because I brought Peach to the hospital without telling him. He was worried about

us.”

Candice fixed her gaze on her mother for a long time, then unclenched her hand and asked coolly,

“What are you suggesting?”

“I just don’t think it’s that serious,” Yvonne mumbled. “Disputes happen between husband and wife. If

he’s imprisoned, what will people say about Peach?”

Candice closed her eyes, finding the situation ludicrous.

Ivor had humiliated her, yet her mother had not stepped in. Now, Yvonne expected her to spare Ivor for

Peach’s sake. What did Yvonne see her as? A daughter or merely an ATM?

Feeling overwhelmed, Candice covered her chest to get a hold of herself and struggled to breathe.

After composing herself, she looked at Yvonne, asking deliberately, “What if I say no?”

Yvonne had clearly not expected this reaction.

She stuttered, then pulled Peach close, instructing her quietly, “Apologize to your sister. She’s the one

who

cares about you most.”

Peach, still scared and confused, hid behind Yvonne, reluctant to come forward.

Losing patience, Yvonne yanked her out, scolding, “Why are you hiding? Didn’t you say you loved your

sister the most? Come out!”