Ivy had been confined to her home due to a foot injury, feeling miserable.

To cheer her up, Renata took her out for dinner, hoping a new environment would help.

The last person Ivy wanted to see there was Tilda!

"When did I ever hurt you?" asked Tilda, maintaining her composure.

Ivy responded with anger, "Stop pretending! Since I joined the crew, you've always been against me. If you hadn't pushed to change the script, I would still be working on the crew, according to the original plan. You can't escape blame for this!"

Tilda adjusted her glasses, her eyes twinkling with a bit of sarcasm.

“Had you concentrated on your acting, would you find yourself in this predicament? Every evildoer faces the consequences of their actions in time. It's inevitable."

Ivy's expression darkened. “Tilda, you dare to jinx me!"

With a sly smile, Tilda responded, "Oh, so you acknowledge you are an evildoer now?"

"You!" Ivy was speechless.

Tilda, no longer interested in the discussion, chose to walk away.

Ivy shouted after her, "What does it matter if I'm an evildoer? You've hated me for taking your beloved. Yes, I did it deliberately to snatch what was yours. If I can't have it, neither will you!"

At that moment, Tilda's hands tightened.

Old memories rushed back, making her heart beat faster.

Ivy went on, “Even if I've erred, I'm still better than you, the bringer of misfortune. If I were you, having caused my own mother to suffer for years, I wouldn't be able to face myself. How do you still walk around with your head held high? And as for your beloved, nearly losing his life, how is that my doing? It's because he was with you that he found himself in danger. Tilda, you're bad luck, a calamity! Anyone close to you suffers! Your mother must regret ever having you!"

A spark of anger shone through Tilda's calm demeanor.

She turned swiftly and slapped Ivy twice, unhesitatingly.

“Just as expected from a home-wrecker's child, all you do is spout nonsense, completely devoid of any grace! If I were your mother, I would have spared the world your presence right from the start!"

Tilda's hand shook with anger after the slaps.

Confused, Ivy paused before yelling, her face red with pain, "You hit me, you witch!"