The Billionaire's Regret

Chapter 71

The night sky was becoming darker. Ivy came to a halt as she heard those words and felt her blood drain from her body. Duke’s comments pierced Ivy’s heart like a dagger, causing her to twitch uncontrollably. Ivy’s scars, which she had tried to conceal, were revealed, and she could no longer appear as if nothing had happened. She really wanted to forget those three years, but those people kept reminding her that her life was meaningless! “Duke Elrod, are you even human?” Sebastian snarled, a menacing tone in his voice. He was aware that Ivy had a difficult time while residing with the Reeds for three years, but he had no information because his father had forbidden them from inquiring about Ivy. As a result, the Morgan brothers were afraid to tackle the matter. Duke’s statements enraged Sebastian immediately since they reminded him of Ivy’s prior pain. So, this is how they treated the princess whom they had nurtured and sheltered all along?! Duke was deafeningly quiet for a minute, but taking care of Alice Perez was Lawrence’s final wish, so Alice was obviously more essential. “Are you going to stand by and watch her die? Why are you being so stingy with such a small amount of blood? Besides, Ivy, this isn’t the first time you’ve given her blood.” Wyatt grimaced, his face growing colder. “Duke…” Ivy smiled and turned to face Duke after hearing his remarks. Her eyes sparkled with a savage determination. She walked close to Alice, who was laying in Wyatt’s arms, the corners of her mouth hooked slightly. “That’s simple to say, Mr. Elrod. It’s just a little blood, isn’t it?” Duke was taken aback for a second. His face turned pale, and he sensed that something was wrong with Ivy, but he couldn’t define what it was. “If her life is on the line, what’s a little blood?” Duke continued to protest. What is my pint of blood worth in comparison to Alice’s? Shouldn’t I be honored to be able to giveText property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

her my blood? Ivy pondered. Ivy smiled, but it was frigid and lacked any warmth. She abruptly lifted her leg and didn’t hesitate to hit Alice’s wound. Alice yelled out loudly. “Ahh!” This scene caught everyone off guard and stunned them. Duke was surprised and motioned with his shaking hand to Ivy. “Y-You…” Wyatt didn’t anticipate Ivy to hit Alice with such power that it seemed insufficient suddenly. Agatha Hart soon stepped up to take Ivy’s place. However, it was not to stop Ivy but to keep Wyatt and Duke from fighting back against her. Alice’s head scab had cracked yet again. Aside from that, she suffered a new wound, although there was no blood this time. It was only a bruise that appeared significantly worse. “Wyatt…” Alice shrank into Wyatt’s arms, terrified and unhappy. “Mr. Reed, Mr. Elrod, I need to clarify something. I’m not a caring person, and I don’t care if Alice Perez lives or dies. But one thing is certain, I will never again give my blood to this bitch,” she gritted her teeth, “by not bleeding her dry, I’m already exhibiting a lot of mercy. If you dare to ask for my blood again, I’ll make sure I get back every ounce of blood I’ve ever given her, plus interest.” Ivy’s comments were crisp and clear, and they resonated powerfully throughout the room. I’d rather have no morals than give them what they want! She thought. Wyatt remained silent as he glanced at Ivy. Duke’s statements made even him uneasy, let Ivy alone. They were already divorced, and she had no responsibility to donate blood to Alice again. Duke stood there; his face blanched. Ivy’s wrath was apparent and unmistakable in her eyes, making him nervous. Ivy’s attention was drawn to Alice’s face. Her lips formed a frigid arc as the corners of her mouth hooked up gently. “I, unlike someone else, don’t have the talent of being a manipulative bitch, but I hope you live, Ms. Perez.” Of course, Ivy could tell Alice was faking it. Alice may have done this on purpose. In the dim light, Alice’s blood on her head further heightened

everyone else’s terror and concern for her. Ivy had long since kicked Piper and Alice out of the venue, but why had they stayed till now to put on a display like this? Was Alice merely trying to prove her superiority in Wyatt’s eyes? Everyone had to circle Alice after she was injured. Ivy would then be pushed to the side once more. Unfortunately, Ivy did not stick to Alice’s script. She did not become upset, nor did she act tough. Instead, she slammed into Alice. This feels fantastic! Ivy let out a soft giggle and walked out the door. Sebastian licked his lips in contentment and didn’t blame Ivy at all. Instead, he applauded her and gave her a thumbs up. “Great! Congratulations, Baby! This is the Ivy I’m used to seeing!” Not that idiotic woman who has been living like a coward for the past three years, he thought. Sebastian’s attractive face glowed with ferocity as he looked at the woman in Wyatt’s arms. He returned his gaze to Duke, sniffed bitterly, and added, “Not everyone is worthy of Ivy’s blood. This wretch should just look in the mirror.” Alice’s teeth began to chatter because she was in so much agony. Ivy kicked her, and her mind went blank, and she couldn’t move because of the pain. She was convinced that she was going to die. Ivy was a vicious woman. Alice reasoned that she would show Ivy who was more important to Wyatt, so Ivy would know to back off. On the other hand, Alice was surprised that Ivy dared to strike her without hesitation and in front of so many people! Duke stared in disbelief at Sebastian and Ivy’s retreating backs, then at Wyatt. “Wait, what kind of people are they?!?” Agatha Hart’s tone was chilly, and she impatiently encouraged the doctor to arrive soon. She hung up the phone and turned to gaze at Wyatt and Duke. “It’s bad etiquette to want things that aren’t yours.” Duke shrunk his neck as he sensed Agatha’s hatred toward them. He didn’t expect Ivy to respond so strongly to his statements. In the silence, Wyatt’s black eyes fell. As he was deep in thinking, a profound flood of complex

emotions surged through them. Alice Perez was transported to one of the venue’s sofas for a checkup five minutes later by the doctor. Piper accompanied Alice. She didn’t dare to say anything after seeing what had transpired. Alice held Wyatt’s arm tightly, sobbing uncontrollably, looking wretched and pathetic. “Doctor, how is she doing?” The doctor took a brief pause before instructing his aide to dress Alice’s forehead wound. “It’s only a tiny abrasion, nothing dangerous that can’t be fixed with a band-aid,” he said gently. “I’d recommend seeing a doctor if you have any internal damage. I’m going to the hospital to get a CT scan to make sure, but based on my preliminary assessment, it’s probably just a mild concussion.” “Is that a band-aid?” Duke was not convinced. “But she bled a lot earlier. Shouldn’t you double- check?” The doctor expertly packed his belongings, ignored Duke, and strolled up to Agatha. “How is this minor harm worth violating a few red lights while rushing here? I assumed it was a life-or-death situation. If I arrived a bit later, the wound would most likely heal on its own.” Agatha politely dismissed the doctor. For a brief period, the air was deafeningly quiet. Ivy returned inside and giggled gently as she scowled at Alice. “You asked for it,” she remarked carelessly. It wasn’t anything serious at first, but this woman was compelled to make a scene. Alice’s face became paler. Her tears streamed down her cheeks as she sobbed in agony. Wyatt’s eyes drooped. He let go of Alice’s hand, handed it to Piper, and turned to face Agatha. “Thanks.” Agatha was unconcerned about his gratitude. “There isn’t any necessity for that. If you don’t trust my doctor, you’re welcome to have it checked out yourself. I still have a lot of follow-ups to complete, so I don’t have time to waste time over here.” She walked away after finishing this phrase. When she passed Duke Elrod, she came to a halt, gave him a sidelong glance, and pointed to her temples. Her tone was cold and mocking. “Mr. Elrod, having a brain is a blessing that you, unfortunately, lack.”