But if Balfour truly cared for Ivy, he shouldn't keep breaking her heart. Why couldn't he grasp such a simple concept?
"I trust you both, of course, but we need proof."
Alyssa sighed once more, "We always knew you were as stubborn as a mule. Do you remember that day when it wasn't Althea who brought your milk up, but Mara? She slipped a sleeping pill into your milk. When have you ever fallen asleep on the study couch otherwise?"
The weight of Alyssa's words was palpable.
Balfour was silent; he understood.
Ever since Ivy left, he had been reluctant to be alone in their bedroom.
But when it was time to sleep, he made sure to return; Ivy's scent still lingered on the bed.
"I get it. I'll look into this matter and resolve it," he clenched his fists. Balfour knew that Mara might harbor feelings for him. But even if there had been a chance between them in the past, that was all over now. His feelings for Mara were more about a sense of responsibility and an inability to let go.
"What are you planning to do about it?" Alyssa was relentless. This time, Mara could not stay in their home any longer. The longer she stayed, the more trouble she would bring.
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