"When... when did you get here?"
Isla Sutton lay directly on the ground, the broken fingers of her hand also on the floor.
She cried out in pain.
"It hurts—so much—"
Ivy River glanced at her disdainfully, "You really see me as a thorn in your side, huh? Have I stolen your man or your money? You seize any chance to smear me."
"I... I'm telling the truth. You have the guts to tell everyone that you're not close with Lynn!"
"What's that to you?" Ivy River sneered, "You haven't even secured a legitimate status yet, not even a girlfriend, what makes you so arrogant?"
To cut to the chase—
Ivy River's words were ruthless, each one deadly.
Isla Sutton was so angry she was nearly hysterical, "You're just evading the main point and resorting to personal attacks."
"My relationship with Lynn is none of your business. When I deliver the clothes, you'll naturally know. Whether I deliver them or not is my affair, not something I need to inform you about, Miss Sutton."
