The door swung open, and Madam Lancaster and Evelyn entered the room, only to be greeted by the sight of Elder Mr. Lancaster sitting on the sofa, tears streaming down his face. It looked like whatever Ivy had said to him had hit him right in the soul.

Madam Lancaster had no idea what conversation had taken place between him and Ivy, but she wasn’t the least bit sympathetic. Arms crossed and brows furrowed, she scoffed, “Whatever Ivy said or did, you brought this on yourself! ...