Chapter 117: Chapter 117: Saved a Man, Master Blackwood Comes Calling
Ivy Kensington was trembling with tears, and it took her quite a while to finally control herself.
No, she wouldn’t let Sebastian Blackwood have his way so easily...
After calming her emotions, Ivy went to Huxley’s Apothecary.
The most important thing now was to save money, redeem the Peace Locket, and then, when she had enough saved, she’d leave with Ronnie and the baby in her belly.
"Oh, finally remembered this shabby apothecary, huh?"
Florence Huxley taunted as soon as she saw Ivy come in.
She had seen the news and knew Ivy had been jilted by the Weldon family. She wondered what Ivy had to be proud of now.
Ivy didn’t want to argue with her and focused entirely on drying the herbs in the apothecary.
By the time everything was done, Florence Huxley had already left, leaving Ivy alone in the apothecary.
It was already very late, and just as Ivy was about to close up and head home, "thud—"
The sound of something heavy hitting the ground rang out.
Ivy paused her closing motion. That shouldn’t be right; she had already put away all the herbs, so why was there still something falling to the ground?
Grabbing something for self-defense, Ivy cautiously walked towards the source of the sound.
What a shock—
It was actually a man!
Ethan Ford was injured, bleeding heavily, and when he heard Ivy approaching, he steeled himself. If this woman dared to scream, he’d make sure to silence her completely...
However, when he saw Ivy’s face clearly, he froze hard: "Miss Sasha?"
What ’Miss Sasha’?
Ivy thought she’d run into a madman and cautiously said, "You’ve got the wrong person. Who are you anyway?"
Ethan’s expression quickly shifted, weakly saying, "Sorry, I encountered robbers on the road, tried to help, and got stabbed. I stumbled here by mistake..."
Listening to his words, Ivy took a closer look at his wounds, and indeed, they were knife wounds.
She said, "This is an apothecary, I can treat your wounds, but you must pay for the medical expenses."
"Money’s not an issue," Ethan replied, "but you must get me away from this area. I’m afraid of running into that crazed robber again."
With money delivered to her doorstep, Ivy, who was in need of it, naturally wouldn’t refuse. She approached to make Ethan a stop-bleeding bandage, then helped him up by supporting his arm.
"Can you walk?"
Ethan nodded, "I can, and I won’t go to the hospital. You’d better find me a private place."
Ivy: "..."
This person sure had a lot of demands.
After some thought, she said, "Then the consultation fee will be doubled."
"Deal."
Ivy took him to the house where she used to live with Ronnie.
Ethan looked a bit disdainful, "This place is dreadful."
Ivy rolled her eyes at him, "You’re a patient, just keep quiet for now, or I’ll throw you out right now."
Ethan stared at her face, smiled meaningfully, and then shut up.
Having lost too much blood, and perhaps trusting Ivy quite a bit, Ethan lay down on the small bed Ivy used to sleep on and fell asleep.
Ivy, on the other hand, was brewing herbal medicine for him.
At this moment.
Sebastian Blackwood returned to Blackwood Manor. He thought Ivy would have returned early, but as the night grew deeper, there was no sign of her.
Sebastian’s face suddenly turned grim.
This woman, what was she planning by not coming home at night?
Owen Rhodes quietly reported, "Master Blackwood, the lady’s location is at the old rental house."
Sebastian frowned. She had a home but didn’t return, so what was she doing in that small place?
Immediately, he got up and walked out, "Let’s go have a look."
...
The rental house.
Ivy finished brewing the herbs and called Ethan to get up, "Drink the medicine, and don’t get the wounds wet. They’ll scab over and heal within three days. The fee is a thousand."
Ethan took it and drank it down in one or two gulps, just about to pay the fee—
"Ivy, open the door."
Sebastian Blackwood had actually come?