Chapter 187

The once vibrant Kendrick mansion, always buzzing with activity, now stood still, suffocating in an air of despair. The echoes of laughter and lively conversations had faded, replaced by heavy silence.

Ivy had locked herself in her room for days, refusing to come out, refusing to speak. No one dared to disturb her any longer—not even Mrs. Rose, who had tried relentlessly to get through to her.

Inside her room, Ivy sat curled up in a corner, her eyes swollen from crying. Tear-streaked lines ran down her cheeks, her once-perfect appearance now unrecognizable.

She had refused to eat, to sleep, or to let anyone in. Her world had crumbled in the blink of an eye, and now she was drowning in her own guilt and shame.

Everything she had built—her career, her reputation, her self-worth—was gone.Another knock came at the door, this time softer than before.“Ivy,” Mrs. Rose’s voice filtered through the heavy wooden door, her tone gentle but firm.

“Please, sweetheart, you need to eat something.