Harrison Villa.
Ivy Harrison sensed that the atmosphere was not right as soon as she entered the door.
She saw Joy Harrison’s car parked in the courtyard, so she must have come back.
Usually, Joy would make a big fanfare of her presence because she wanted everyone to know that she was home.
It had never been so quiet when Joy was around.
This silence made Ivy more apprehensive.
As soon as Ivy pushed the door open, a glass ashtray was hurled at her. Ivy was shocked and felt a sharp pain in her shoulder.
She gritted her teeth as cold sweat dripped from her forehead. Her face was pale as she looked up and saw the two people sitting on the sofa. Joy and Eli Harrison were staring at her with cold and grim faces.
"You still have the nerve to come back?! I asked you to approach Eric Ferguson, but you came running back here, not to mention the big mess you've caused!"
Joy angrily hurled insults at Ivy. She had been keeping her wrath pent up inside as she waited for Ivy to return.
She showed no mercy.
"Haven't you always dreamed of climbing up the social ladder? Don’t you have any ability to keep a man? Have you learned nothing from your homewrecking mother?"
To outsiders, Joy was a gentle and elegant high-society lady. Only Ivy, her half-sister, ever witnessed Joy’s mean and harsh side.
Ivy instantly stiffened in place as she stared dumbfounded at Joy and Eli.
Her biological and nominal father had always treated her as a disgrace since she was a child.
He always acquiesced to Joy's bullying.
Ivy bit her lower lip and bowed her head, not daring to say a word.
Her heart was apprehensive as panic spread to her limbs. 'Did they already find out so quickly that I was kicked out? How much do they know?’
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