Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 94

Gemma wanted nothing more than to study and get into a good college.

If she hadn't felt completely cornered, she never would have taken a leave of absence to go home.

Hearing Ivy's proposition, a profound wave of sorrow washed over her.

"Ivy, did you actually get married? Hazel said you married an older man just to be a stepmother to a five-year-old. Is it true?"

Ivy had intended to keep the marriage a secret from them.

She hadn't expected Hazel to find out, let alone pass the news to Gemma.

With the cat out of the bag, there was no point in hiding it anymore.

"My husband is infinitely better than Silas Thorne, the guy Mom and Dad tried to sell me to. His kid is an absolute angel and adores me. Stop worrying about me and go back to class."

"Once you're back on campus, I'll wire the funds."

Gemma agreed.

Returning to the hospital room, she relayed Ivy's financial ultimatum to their mother.

Though furious, the allure of free cash forced the woman to relent, and she grudgingly allowed her youngest daughter to return to high school.

Reaching the door of the hospital room, Gemma couldn't stop herself from turning back to confront her mother.

"Mom, you guys forced Ivy to get married, didn't you?"

Her mother didn't even try to deny it. "She's twenty-two! Was she supposed to sit around until she became a useless spinster?"

"But you didn't have to force her to marry a disabled man!"

Of the three sisters, Ivy was undeniably the most stunning.

She had a radiant complexion and stunning curves that turned heads everywhere she went.

Trying to chain someone that beautiful to Silas Thorne was an act of pure evil.

Her mother scowled, utterly unapologetic.

"So what if he's disabled? He was willing to cough up a $200,000 settlement. Besides, she didn't even marry him. She ran off and found her own sugar daddy."

The memory of the ordeal reignited her mother's rage, sparking another tirade.

"God knows what kind of freak she shackled herself to. She didn't even bring him back to meet us, or throw a proper reception so we could collect some cash gifts. Your sister is a selfish brat who secured her own meal ticket and left us to rot."

Seeing that her mother viewed her daughters solely as financial assets.

Especially the phrase, 'your wife...'

Loosening his silk tie, he asked softly, "Why is she sad?"

Stella shook her head, sounding utterly dejected.

"I don't know! Your wife won't tell me, and she keeps faking a smile when she looks at me, but I can totally tell she's upset."

"Daddy, you need to call and check on your wife. She's just a young girl too, she needs someone to take care of her!"

Alaric was momentarily speechless.

It was true; Ivy was barely in her early twenties.

But she was infuriatingly stubborn and refused to ever ask for his help.

If she had just shown a shred of vulnerability, would he have spent the last few nights avoiding going home?

With limitless patience, Alaric gently assured his daughter.

"You keep her company for now. I'll head back as soon as I'm done here."