Franklin walked into the room. Ivy looked up at him, her eyes pleading. He didn’t meet her gaze.

“Dad,” she whispered, closing her eyes in pain.

He remained silent. The weight of his silence crushed her more than words could. For the first time, Ivy felt truly alone. She had never realized how deeply her father hated Aaron. To him, Aaron’s past now mattered more than Ivy’s happiness.

“Tati, feed her,” Franklin said coldly. “Or I’ll take her to the hospital myself.”

“I’m ...