Semua Bab His Blind Daughter-In-Law: Bab 61 - Bab 66

I can’t believe I fell for that.Five years of catching up to do?What the hell does that even mean?What could he and I possibly have to catch up on?It’s not just that we haven’t had any contact in the last five years, but also the complicated relationship we share.Hunter might not be his biological son, but that doesn’t change the fact that Elijah raised him like one.And yet, my legs led me into his car.Dammit. I should have thought this through.“You’re lost,” he says, his deep voice lifting some serious amount of hair at the back of my neck. “Again.”I swallow—hard—and take a deep breath.The best thing I can do right now is act normal and pretend my heart isn’t beating as fast as it does. Because if he ends up learning of that, it would be very hard to explain.I force myself to smile and turn to face him. “I’m fine. So, what did you want to talk about?”He doesn’t reply right away, just looks at me as if he has all the time in the world.The way he looked at me when we woke

I try not to think about it too much.Because the more I dwell on it, the more likely I am to fall into the trap called Elijah Morgon.And God knows, even though I’m not afraid of most things, something about having anything to do with him scares me somehow.The thought alone makes me nervous, anxious, and clammy all at once.So I do what I do best: ignore the man, the weird coincidence, and move on with my day.“I’m yet to receive any word from Mr. Morgon’s side,” Isaac Grantham, the lawyer recommended by my very dependable Grandpa, says. “Though I’m not holding my breath.”“Why?” Finn asks.Isaac leans back in his chair, his posture relaxed yet commanding, like that of any other powerful man in the city.“Because of the way he reacted when we served him the divorce papers. He acted as if it were a bad dream,” Isaac says. “In my experience, people who spend more time in their imagination than reality fail to make the right decisions. They keep digging the hole deeper until they fall

“He wants you to apologize?” Finn fumes, rightfully so. “What the hell does he think he is? A king? God?”Venessa crosses her arms tightly over her chest. “I don’t know Hunter that well, but from everything I’ve heard over the past few days, he sounds like a complete psychopath with a superiority complex. Fucking asshole.”“I can’t believe this is happening,” Dahlia whispers, her voice hoarse. When she reaches out and touches my hand, I notice her fingers are ice-cold. “I’m so sorry, Ivy. This is all happening because of me. I shouldn’t have come here and ruined your day.”“Hey,” I say, taking her hand in mine. “You have nothing to apologize for, okay? We’re friends. This is what we do. We show up for each other. Besides, it’s me he has a problem with.”“But I don’t understand,” Venessa leans forward, frowning. “Why is he asking you to apologize? What did you even do?”“Who cares what she did?” Finn snaps, clearly growing angrier and angrier. “If Ivy had done something worth apologizi