This was probably the warmest meal Grace had eaten in years.
Old Mrs. Clarke and Ivy were huddled together, whispering like they were sharing gossip.
Damien was feeding Gianna some soup.
The cozy atmosphere made Grace feel almost dazed.
*Bzz—Bzz—*
Just as they were finishing up, Ivy’s phone suddenly vibrated.
Ivy put down her chicken drumstick and hastily wiped her mouth with a napkin. “Uh… I’m just going to take this. It’s probably a telemarketer.”
She took her phone and quickly walked out onto the patio, sliding the glass door shut behind her.
Grace watched her go, a slight frown on her face.
Ivy was an open book, completely unable to hide anything.
There was only one person who could make her this secretive.
Lucian Chow.
A few minutes later, Ivy pushed the door open and came back.
She sat back down in her seat and picked up her fork, but she only prodded mechanically at the rice on her plate.
“Ivy.”
Grace put down her utensils and spoke softly. “What happened?”
Ivy paused.
“Nothing.”
She looked up and mumbled, “It’s just… you know, Elliot. He told me there was a result in that case.”
Grace narrowed her eyes. “Just a result?”
If it was good news, Ivy would have been jumping for joy.
If it was bad news, she’d be slamming the table and cursing someone out.
This evasiveness was definitely a bad sign.
“It’s really nothing.”
Ivy avoided Grace’s gaze and looked down, taking a bite of plain rice. “Elliot was just letting me know I need to go in and sign some papers tomorrow.”
Grace was about to press further when Damien cut in. “Grace, your soup. It’s getting cold.”
“Oh.”
Ivy shot Damien a grateful look and continued to pick at her food.
Elliot had been very clear on the phone.
Lucian Chow wanted to see her.
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