Free Web NovelChapter 217: Invitation (2)
"Milady, please put down the knife before you find yourself hurt," Ivy said, taking a step back as Hank stood up to defend them.
Layla might be crazy but she didn’t have it in her to march over here with a knife when Hank was in the way. It was worth coming back when Layla was still present as Ivy got to witness the soon-to-be former Mrs Kingsley losing her mind.
Layla did not go any further as she was hurt by Hank coming toward her to take the knife. "I gave you everything and you were never satisfied. You’ll replace me with a maid? Do you think he’ll be satisfied with you?" Layla questioned Ivy.
With how Hank was treating the woman he was married to for over twenty years, what did Ivy think awaited her?
Ivy smiled as she didn’t care about the same things as Layla. She was more happy to see the woman who had driven her away years ago now being forced out. She could feel sorry for Layla if she had not forced her and Ian to a small cottage and then stopped Hank from caring for his son.
"I am not holding a knife to the man I love. I will take care of him for you. Victor as well," Ivy said, grinning ear to ear as she enjoyed Layla losing her mind.
This was only the beginning as she had much to pay Layla back for. For years, Ivy had not let go of her anger over Layla pushing her out of the estate. Not giving her what she needed to take care of herself and the son of a lord.
Ivy left the estate knowing that one day she would return. Ian was the oldest son of Hank so regardless of what anyone thought Ian was to be the next Lord Kingsley and Ivy was not going to let it slip out his fingers this time.
Hank took the knife from Layla’s hand. "Have you lost your mind to pick up a knife? I could have the town guards called for you."
Layla’s gaze was set on Ivy. She still could not believe that Ivy was standing in her home. "You will do no such thing. Have you forgotten how long I have been at your side? The things I have seen? If you do not want your secrets told, then send that woman out."
"You," Hank reached for Layla.
"If you hurt me, our son will know that it is your doing. Do you want to see which parent he loves more? If he would help you hide my death or get the town guards if he notices me missing? I told you, Hank. You were not a good father. You won’t win this," said Layla.
Layla was confident that Victor would not let Hank get away with killing her. Though they weren’t on good terms now, Layla knew that Victor loved her more than he loved Hank. She was the one who cared for him when he was sick and never thought little of him because he wasn’t healthy.
Hank lowered his hand. He didn’t need to be investigated for the death of Layla. He wasn’t worried about her going to the town guards as she would have to speak of her role in his secrets. "Ivy will be living here from this day onward. She is Ian’s mother so she has a right to be here."
"Be honest for once in your life that you are still sleeping with this whore," Layla spat, tired of the lies. "When are you going to be man enough for once to admit what you are doing? You brought her back here because you have still been sleeping with her and you want to play family. I’ve had enough of you lying." ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com
"Fine. It is right that I want to be with her. You don’t have a right to get upset since you pushed me into her arms years ago. I would have let you stay here but seeing that you cannot be quiet, you must go. You are barely able to hold on to your sanity. I will let Victor stay here-"
"Let?" Layla laughed as it was funny he used that word. "You will let Victor stay here? As if you had thoughts that he was to go somewhere? Victor is your legitimate heir. He is the one who has to inherit all of this. You are letting this thing stay here."
Ivy sat down to rest her feet. It was a long trip here and all she wanted to do was join Hank in bed. "How long will this go on for? Years have passed and there isn’t any reason for this noise. The servants will speak."
"You should know," Layla spoke, reminding Ivy of her former title. "A maid will never take my spot. Think of how your peers will laugh at you behind your back. It is one thing to have a mistress. No one will judge you for that, but they will question you for replacing me with a maid."
"I am no longer a maid. That changed from the day I conceived Ian and I am told that you were in on that plan. You pushed him into my arms so why can’t we get along now? I do not want to argue, Layla. I only want to rest," said Ivy.
"You want to rest with my husband!" Layla yelled. They were trying to make her look mad by ignoring the reason she was so upset.
Ivy was here to lay with her husband and play family. How was Layla to accept this and have a maid prepare a room for her?
"Enough," Hank said, tired of hearing them both speak. "I already told you to start packing because we are done. I cannot take your ways anymore. Unless you are to change and accept the fact Ivy will live here from now on, then you are to go."
Layla’s heart broke hearing him suggest that she accept living here with him while he had his lover present. This would be no different than the days when she stood by the door knowing he was inside being intimate with Ivy.
Layla could not go back to those days but for the sake of her son, she could not leave yet. If she walked out those doors, Ian would be the one to be Hank’s heir. Hank already seemed set on picking Ian but there was still a chance for her to change that.
Layla held back her tears. "I wonder how the son you wish to make your heir would feel if he knew that you were the one to kill Noelle."
