Chapter 270: Chapter 270: Be My Underground Lover
Ivy Sherwood had never forgotten about her mother’s ashes.
She looked at Silas Blackwood, her gaze cold and hard, as if she were looking at a complete stranger she despised.
"Resorting to such despicable tactics is all you people know. So, Silas Blackwood, it serves you right for ending up like this."
A man like Silas Blackwood deserved no sympathy. In fact, his punishment wasn’t nearly enough.
Silas Blackwood sneered. "So I’m despicable? Does that make Quentin Blackwood noble? In your eyes, is everything he does right and everything I do wrong? Hah, whatever. It’s not like I ever claimed to be a saint.
"He doesn’t like you, but I do! I’m the only one who’s truly good to you. You’re a hopelessly stupid woman. The day he abandons you, you’ll be crying your eyes out!"
Ivy Sherwood remained completely unfazed by Silas Blackwood’s words, whether he was claiming to like her or saying Quentin Blackwood would abandon her.
Silas Blackwood’s "like" was so cheap that she just wanted to stay as far away from it as possible.
As for being abandoned—she and Quentin Blackwood weren’t even together. How could she be abandoned?
"I will get my mother’s ashes back."
"You’ll never get them back unless you marry me," Silas Blackwood said with absolute certainty.
Ivy Sherwood’s eyes were icy, but her voice was calm. "Is that so? Then we’ll see about that."
If she could force the Blackwood Family to break off the engagement, she could find a way to get her mother’s ashes back, too.
"I’m about to marry Anna Nash. I can give you time. After she has my child and we divorce, you can marry me. Or, you could be my secret lover until I get tired of you. Either way, I’ll give you your mother’s ashes." Silas Blackwood adopted a high-and-mighty attitude.
"Ivy Sherwood, I suggest you think carefully. While I still like you, if you want your mother’s ashes back quickly, you’ll be my mistress. Otherwise, once I lose interest in you, I’ll scatter your mother’s ashes to the wind!"
Silas Blackwood threatened. ’He now felt that humiliating Ivy by making her his mistress would be even better than marrying her.’
’After all, she was the one who rejected him first. She was the one who didn’t know how to appreciate him.’
Ivy Sherwood raised her hand and slapped Silas Blackwood hard across the face, nearly knocking him off balance.
Silas Blackwood clutched his face. "Ivy Sherwood, you dare hit me now!"
’Does she really think I wouldn’t dare to scatter her mother’s ashes?’
But Ivy Sherwood was no pushover. She might seem gentle and soft-spoken most of the time, but when she got angry, her words were every bit as sharp as Quentin Blackwood’s.
"What’s wrong with hitting you? You deserved it! Be your mistress? Take a look at yourself! Can you even perform anymore? Even a dog is more capable than you!"
Silas Blackwood felt a profound sense of humiliation. "You... you..."
His eyes turned red as he glared at Ivy Sherwood, looking like he wanted to tear her to shreds.
"In ancient times, someone like you wouldn’t even be considered a man. If you provoke me again, I’ll spread the word for you. I’ll make sure the entire hospital, the entire world, knows that Silas Blackwood can’t get it up anymore—that he’s useless. Then, whenever you go out, everyone will point and whisper. Everyone will know that Silas Blackwood got what he deserved!"
Silas Blackwood’s neck flushed red with anger, the veins bulging. "You... You dare!"
"There’s nothing I wouldn’t dare. At worst, we’ll both go down together. I’m sure people would be far more interested in gossip about the eldest young master of the Blackwood Family."
"If you dare bother Quentin Blackwood and me again, I’ll publicize the fact that you’re in the hospital. Do you think the media won’t be camped outside your room every day? Won’t they be live-streaming reports about you? I bet you won’t even be able to leave your room then!"
Silas Blackwood’s hands were trembling. This woman was becoming more and more like Quentin Blackwood.
So defiant, and so arrogant!
"I came here out of the goodness of my heart to talk some sense into you. A person needs to know their place. You’re the one being obtuse. Don’t blame me later for not warning you!"
Ivy Sherwood retorted, "And don’t you blame me for not warning you. Bad deeds come with consequences. If you feel your current punishment isn’t miserable enough, by all means, give it a try."
"Ivy Sherwood, you just wait!"
In the end, Silas Blackwood could only storm off. ’That Ivy Sherwood... she’s really gotten bold. Does she really think Quentin Blackwood can protect her forever?’
’He knew exactly what kind of person Quentin Blackwood was. When the two of them eventually had a falling out, he would deal with Ivy Sherwood then. Let’s see what she does then!’
Around the corner, the corner of Quentin Blackwood’s mouth curved into a slight smile.
Ivy Sherwood over there was like a firecracker with a short fuse.
’This was good, though. At least she wouldn’t let herself get pushed around.’
’Especially when dealing with someone like Silas Blackwood. You had to curse him out. It might not have any real effect, but at least it made you feel better.’
Just as Ivy Sherwood was about to head back to the hospital room, she saw Quentin Blackwood around the corner.
The fiery attitude she’d shown Silas Blackwood vanished. She trotted over to support him. "Hey, why are you out here? Hurry back and lie down."
"Did you hear my conversation with Silas Blackwood just now?"
"Mhm."
"Then you need to get your nephew under control. Just looking at him makes me angry," Ivy Sherwood complained.
Quentin Blackwood’s smile deepened. ’So, was Ivy tattling on him?’
"Mhm, I’ll keep him in line."
Quentin Blackwood thought of something and began, "Your mother’s ashes..."
Before he could finish, Ivy Sherwood said, "I have a way to get them back."
"Don’t worry, I won’t marry him, and I definitely won’t be his mistress."
Quentin Blackwood lowered his gaze to look at her, his heart feeling as if it had been pricked by something.
Compared to the Blackwood Family, Ivy Sherwood was small and insignificant. Yet, this tiny person who dared to confront the Blackwoods was so strong it was heartbreaking.
But no one had ever felt their heart ache for Ivy Sherwood.
In the world of adults, most things revolved around self-interest. Her own relative, Timothy Sherwood, was crueler than any stranger.
’She and I... we’re so alike.’
She always refused his help, wanting to do everything herself and not wanting to trouble him.
Julian Grant had said that Ivy Sherwood was no canary in a gilded cage. She liked to handle everything herself and didn’t want him to interfere, possessing both the ability and the will to solve her own problems.
And Ivy Sherwood was indeed decisive and efficient when she handled matters, never hesitating.
Quentin Blackwood believed in Ivy Sherwood, too. She was so clever; she would definitely find a way.
Ivy Sherwood led Quentin Blackwood back to his room and made him lie down to rest.
"I might have something to do tomorrow, so I’ll come see you a little later," Ivy Sherwood said.
Quentin Blackwood nodded. "Alright."
「...」
Silas Blackwood stormed back to his hospital bed, still fuming over what had happened. He couldn’t get over it.
It felt like something was stuck in his chest, making it tight and painful.
That damned Ivy Sherwood! She just didn’t know what was good for her.
This was the last chance he was giving her. She was the one who failed to cherish it. Now, she couldn’t blame him for being ruthless.
Silas Blackwood took out his phone and dialed a number.
The call connected quickly, and a woman’s voice came through the line...
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