Chapter 78

“How dare you betray your girlfriend and hook up with her sister? Now there’s even a baby on the way, and you still have the nerve to turn it all around on her?”

“Katrina, you slapped me? What’s this got to do with you, anyway?”

“Hurting Ivy is my business!”

Usually, Katrina was the quiet, gentle type, but today, something in her must have snapped–she was unexpectedly fierce, lunging at him again.

Micah wasn’t about to let her strike twice. He caught Katrina’s arm, and the two of them struggled against each other.

“Katrina!” Seeing her friend in trouble, Ivy strode forward. “Micah, let her go!”

Micah, feeling humiliated in front of everyone, wasn’t going to back down. He twisted Katrina’s arm, demanding an apology.

When Ivy saw Katrina’s hair being yanked, she frowned, glancing around for anything she could use. Her eyes landed on a fire extinguisher next to a support pillar.

Without a second thought, she rushed over, grabbed the extinguisher, yanked out the pin, and sprayed it straight at Micah.

“Agh! Ivy, you vicious witch! Ah-” Micah shrieked, stumbling back, covering his face, trying desperately to dodge.

But Ivy didn’t let up. She kept the hose trained right on him.

“Enough!” Suddenly, a hand shot out from the side, snatching the extinguisher away from Ivy.

The voice was all too familiar. Ivy whipped around, her patience snapping. “Why are you everywhere?!”

Of course–it was Jamison again.

He ignored her, handing the extinguisher off to the security guard who’d just arrived.

Micah, still clutching his face and howling like a wounded animal, staggered in circles.

Jamison stepped forward, pushed Micah toward the exam room off the lobby, and barked at the attending nurse, “Get some saline, now!”

Micah kept wailing miserably, but when he recognized Jamison’s voice, he immediately started whining, “Uncle, my eyes burn, am I going blind…?”

“You’ll live. You’re not going blind.” Jamison’s tone was clipped as he grabbed the saline and flushed Micah’s eyes.

Ivy and Katrina followed, watching the scene unfold.

Seeing Micah’s face beet red and hearing his dramatic cries, Ivy asked coldly, “He’s not actually going to lose his eyesight, is he?”

Jamison glanced at her, but didn’t answer. Instead, he turned sternly on her. “Miss Windsor, you were unwell just a few days ago–Micah was genuinely worried about you. And now this is how you repay him?”

Ivy shot back, “He had my friend pinned and wouldn’t let go.”

Micah, still wailing, tried to shout, “Katrina hit me first!”

Katrina retorted, “That’s because you insulted Ivy first!”

Micah blurted, “Ivy flipped Emma’s car and nearly made her lose the baby! How am I wrong for calling her heartless?”

Ivy had almost started to feel a little guilty–maybe she’d gone too far–but hearing that, she immediately decided he deserved every bit of it.

“I crashed the car? Micah, I seriously think you need to get your head checked. Isn’t your uncle the big expert? Maybe you should let him run a few tests!” Ivy shot a cold look at both Micah and Jamison, her words dripping with sarcasm.

Jamison kept flushing Micah’s eyes, but muttered under his breath, “There’s only so much I can do for an idiot.”

Wait, what?

Ivy’s eyes widened, stunned as she stared at Jamison. So he wasn’t blind to his nephew’s faults after all.

“How pathetic–your own uncle won’t even take your side,” Ivy sneered.