“How does this have anything to do with her?!!” Duke was compelled to raise his voice.

He’d known Wyatt for years, but Wyatt was still speculating about whether Ivy would attend his birthday party.

Duke had not anticipated Ms. Ivy Morgan’s attendance at his party.

Ivy turned around after overhearing their conversation. Suddenly, a small figure with a regretful expression ran toward her. “Pretty Lady…”

Ivy maintained her position and smiled gently. “Pierce, what is the matter?”

Wyatt and Duke became aware of them.

Duke knocked over Wyatt’s wheelchair. “What a fortunate occurrence! We were simply looking for you, Ms. Morgan,” Duke smiled.

Ivy brushed his words aside and stroked...