She always seemed to be surrounded by admirers.

"Ivy, that's not appropriate."

Selina gently tugged her back and cast a disapproving glance her way.

However, secretly, she was quietly chuckling to herself.

She looked forward to catching more of Ivy's cleverly sarcastic comments.

"Isn't it true? She was determined to marry Brian because her grandfather had once rescued his life. Brian had some reservations about her. Otherwise, why hadn't he crossed paths with her for two years?"

Ivy gave Rosalynn a disdainful look and remarked, “Some women are known for their brazenness, always grabbing things they shouldn't."

Brian's face darkened at Ivy's first sentence.

His gaze turned cold, the skin on her face almost stinging from its bite.

"Miss Larson, I would advise you to choose your words carefully. You have no right to judge our relationship. It's none of your business.

If you have that much time, I suggest you put that into etiquette training. Perhaps it would help you not sound less like an illegitimate daughter."

"You!"

Ivy choked and turned to Brian with narrowed eyes.

Brian said nothing more and took Rosalynn away.

Watching their receding figures, Ivy said to Selina, “Why did he speak to me like that? I was defending him and you! You two were perfect for each other. She was just some woman from the countryside who got between the two of you and ruined things."

Selina's eyes followed the pair. Looking at their love blossom stung, their tender looks and affectionate smiles pricking her skin Like thorns.

But she quickly masked her true emotions behind a calm face.

“Ivy, I have to tell you something. That woman is crafty. Brian didn't like her and had almost divorced her, but she somehow found a way to trick him and keep him for herself. And..."

Selina paused, feigning hesitance.

"No, forget it. I shouldn't be telling you these things. It's just going to make you more furious."