Chapter 1239:

Linsey shook her head, a small, honest gesture. “No.”

“Would you like to hear it?” Ivy’s tone was warm, almost conspiratorial, as she leaned closer. A spark of curiosity flared in Linsey’s chest. She nodded, her lips parting slightly. “Yes.”

Ivy’s smile returned, soft and knowing.

She settled back, her hands clasped, and began to unravel the story of Collin—a tale Roland had always meant to share but never dared.

As Ivy recounted the story, her voice remained soft and measured, though it carried the weight of deep sorrow.

Only then did Linsey come to understand the full truth—on the very day Collin was born, his mother, Margaret Riley, tragically lost her life during childbirth.

Not long after, his father, Alfredo, remarried and had another son, Huntley.

point on, Collin’s place in the family diminished to something even less than that of a servant. Alfredo had never cared

wasn’t the worst

car accident left him permanently injured, stripping

continued, her eyes clouded with tears, her voice trembling. “Aside from me, no one in this family ever truly cared for Collin. His father and that wicked stepmother treated him with nothing but cruelty. He used to be such a gentle, obedient child…

a sting behind her eyes

then, Ivy’s tone shifted. “Linsey,” she said gently, “if you’re not here by


didn’t respond right away. Her expression flickered. She was caught between hesitation and

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no rush. Take your time to think

were

living with him, she had been overwhelmed, constantly seeking a way out. But things had changed. And now, hearing all that Ivy had shared, Linsey

maybe Collin wasn’t cruel by

maybe his possessiveness stemmed from a desperate longing not to be left behind again. The idea of leaving him now felt crueler than

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