Henry looked up at him, with annoyance and sadness on his face, "How am I supposed to get over
there? Can't you see Ivy doesn't really want me by her side? I've been here for so long, and she hasn't
brought me to meet Colin."
Stanley frowned, "So what do you plan to do?"
Henry took a sip of his wine, "Stanley, honestly, I don't know how much longer I can hold out."
"What do you mean?" Stanley looked at him.
Henry smiled bitterly, "Actually, I always knew that Ivy doesn't love me, originally I thought that after we
dated, I would slowly touch her, but after so long, it hasn't worked at all. She sees and eats with me
every day, but in fact, it is always me asks her out and she is still cold to me."
Stanley was silent.
It was only then that he realized that was how Henry and Ivy got along.
They did not like lovers at all.
"So, you're ready to break up with Ivy?" Stanley asked, shaking his glass.
Henry pushed his glasses, "Yes, since she has no interest in me, so if I keep her around, she would not
like that, and I can feel that she wants to break up with me."
Stanley pursed his thin lips, "In that case, split up."
Henry looked at him, "You were the one who encouraged me to confess my love to Ivy in the first
place."
"I encouraged you because I saw that you did love her, but now it's proven that Ivy doesn't have
feelings for you, since so, it's better to break up." Stanley said indifferently.
Henry covered his chest, "Dude, that hurts."
Stanley chortled lightly, soon his face turned serious, "Have you read the information Fraser sent you
?"
At that, Henry's expression got serious, "Yeah."
"What do you think?" Stanley asked.
Henry pondered for a few seconds, "Stanley, I have known that a long time ago."
Stanley's pupils shrank slightly, "You know that?"
"Yes."
Stanley look grim, "Since so, why didn't you tell me?"
"Ivy did not allow me to tell you, you know, I ......"
"Because you love her?" Stanley looked at him with cold scorn.
Henry lowered his head in embarrassment, "Sorry."
"Henry." Stanley placed his glass down on the coffee table, "You know, Ivy is antisocial."
"I know." Henry gripped his wine glass tightly.
"Then why didn't you tell me? If you had said it earlier, perhaps Ivy's character could have been
corrected." Stanley wrinkled his brows tightly.
Henry shook his head, "Stanley, you don't understand medicine, this kind of character is not as easy to
correct as you say, because it's innate, if you force it, it will only backfire and make Ivy's personality
more extreme and do more unimaginable things, like kill people, do you understand?"
He first noticed that Ivy was different from normal children when he was ten years old.
At that time, a child was scratched by the family cat and everyone went to comfort that child, only Ivy
was beside him with a twisted expression saying 'If that cat scratched me, I would rip its head off and
skin off'.
At that time, all the children were stunned to hear Ivy’s words, and even he was so frightened that he
went back and told his father, who said that Ivy might have a mental illness.
Because he had loved Ivy since he was a child, he had chosen to go into medicine like his father when
he learned that Ivy was ill, wanting to study psychological medicine and treat Ivy well, only he really
didn't have the talent for psychological medicine, so he ended up specializing in surgery.
However, during his medical studies, he also sought advice from many psychiatrists about Ivy’s
situation, and all of these psychiatrists told him that he could not blindly put Ivy into therapy, unless Ivy
volunteered, otherwise it would only stimulate Ivy and make her even crazier.
But on the contrary, Ivy wouldn't admit that she was sick, so how would she go for treatment? Most
importantly, Ivy didn't do anything very excessive since she woke up.
Stanley had no idea what was going through Henry's mind as he narrowed his eyes and gazed at him,
"I understand, but Ivy may have committed murder by now."
Henry's face paled and he jerked to his feet, "What did you say? Ivy killed someone?"
"I'm just saying it's possible." Stanley said, rubbing his brow.
Henry sat down in shock, "Who is she trying to kill?"
"Violet." Stanley slowly spat out.
Henry sucked in a breath of cold air, but soon, shook his head in denial, "Impossible, when did Ivy ever
lay a hand on Violet?"
"Have you forgotten about Violet almost died twice before?" Stanley inclined his head and looked at
him coldly.
Henry's pupils trembled, "So, you suspect that Ivy did it? But Ivy was in the hospital at the time and
couldn't even get out of her hospital bed, so how could she ......"
"Who says she has to do it herself?" Stanley interrupted him.
Henry's eyes flashed, still unwilling to accept this fact, and he continued to defend Ivy, "Even if she
could get someone else to do it, but what about money? Her family went bankrupt ten years ago,
where would she get the money to get someone to do something?"
"You don't know it?" Stanley lowered his eyes, spitting out, "Her family did go bankrupt, but before the
bankruptcy, her father had used illegal channels to transfer a sum of money, intending to wait for a
comeback later, only that he died not long after the bankruptcy, and that sum of money naturally
became Ivy's inheritance."
This was the result of the survey sent over by the Pearce family this afternoon.
It was discovered by the Pearce family by chance, otherwise it would never have been discovered that
Ivy still had such a large sum of money.
And the Pearce family checked the flow of that money and found that a few months ago, that money
had been withdrawn twice, and those two times, just happened to overlap with the time when Violet
was killed, so even now the Pearce family hadn't found out if Colin was covering up for Ivy or not.
But from the flow of this money, it was already possible to determine that the murderer was, indeed,
Ivy.
"How is that possible!" Henry's face went pale.
How come Ivy had legacy?
Then why did Ivy keep saying she had no money?
Stanley looked at the emotionally disturbed Henry, "Now, you still don't want to believe it?"
Henry shook his head, grabbing his shoulders in agitation, "No, Stanley, how could Ivy have done that?
Isn't the murderer one of the Pearce family?"
"Vera didn't do anything, she was set up by Colin to take the blame for Ivy." Stanley straightened
Henry's hand and shook it off his shoulder.
"Colin ......" Henry was struck by a great blow, and it took a long time for his voice to come out hoarsely,
"Colin was also involved?"
Stanley lifted his chin.
Henry lowered his head, not speaking anymore.
Stanley didn't bother him, sat next to him, drinking wine.
He knew that the news had hit Henry hard, and Henry would need time.
Then he would give Henry that much time.
After about ten minutes left, Henry lifted his head, his eyes red.
He took off his glasses, his face was filled with pain, "Stanley, you're telling me this to make me
choose, right?"
Then he would give Henry that much time.
After about ten minutes left, Henry lifted his head, his eyes red.
He took off his glasses, his face was filled with pain, "Stanley, you're telling me this to make me
choose, right?"
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