Ivy's words fell, and the scene went silent.
Edwin Blake's face turned instantly dour.
The temperature around him plummeted, feeling as if it could freeze someone to death.
Isla was furious; Ivy had struck her where it hurt the most.
Five years!
Edwin Blake still hadn't married her, and the old fossil of the Blake Family wouldn't relent. She was just a nameless person!
So everyone just called her Miss Sutton.
"Ivy! You're a divorced woman, remarried, on what grounds do you get to talk to me like that!"
Ivy looked innocent and spoke lightly, "Just based on the fact that your work is garbage."
"What? Not allowed to speak the truth? Everyone present has eyes, you know whether you're giving a gift or junk, and everyone's well aware."
Isla's mind went rigid, "You, a homewrecker, still dare to criticize me! My gift is a token of my regard, and you! How dare you tarnish my design."
