A Farewell After Being Reborn

“Ooh, I guess someone knows her very well, huh?” one teased.

“Let’s not joke about her anymore,” Michael said solemnly. “After all, she’s a girl. Some jokes might be harmless to us but could cause her trouble.”

The others quieted down when they noticed the usually good–tempered Michael getting visibly upset.

Meanwhile, Sage had her back to Ian in the car. She didn’t want to talk to him.

Ian, too, remained silent. His handsome face was hard–set, and his jaw muscles were clenched. He seemed to be holding back his temper.

He was probably waiting for her to explain why she had gone to dinner with

Michael and his friends.

Even if they weren’t getting a divorce, he still didn’t have the right to dictate who she could and couldn’t be friends with. Hence, she didn’t feel the need to explain

herself to him.

Not long after, the car pulled up to Solaris Estate. Ignoring Ian, Sage exited the ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

car and stormed into the house.

Wanda breathed a sigh of relief when she saw her. “Mrs. Holcomb, thank

goodness you’re back! You had no idea how upset Mr. Holcomb looked when he

left. I didn’t even dare to make a sound.”

“He’s been back?” Sage asked.

“Yes, he came home around 6:00 p.m.- Mr. Holcomb!” Wanda greeted lan as she noticed him walking into the house.

Sage asked with a frown, “Don’t you have an appointment?”

After all, Terry was waiting for him at the restaurant, wasn’t he? However, Ian didn’t answer her question. Instead, he simply marched up the stairs.

Why was he giving her the cold shoulder when he was the one who insisted on

taking her home? He must be out of his mind.

“Mrs. Holcomb, did you come back with Mr. Holcomb?” Wanda inquired.

Sage nodded. “Yep. I ran into him at the restaurant after having dinner with my friends,”

“But Mr. Holcomb said he had no plans this evening,” Wanda muttered.

“Maybe something came up,” Sage responded. “Well, don’t mind me, Wanda. I’m going back to my room to get some rest.”

When she returned to her bedroom, Ian was seated on her chaise lounge as if he were waiting for her.

Sage frowned. “Have you lost your memory? I told you not to come into my room

anymore.”

He crossed his legs and said coldly, “We need to talk, Sage.”

“What do we even need to talk about?”

Ian reached for some papers beside him and threw them at Sage. “Why did you invest in Mimosa?” Was this what he was referring to in the message he sent her

at noon?

Sage wasn’t surprised that Ian found out about her investment in Mimosa. “I didn’t use your money. It’s my own savings.”

Ian was rendered speechless. “That’s not the point.”

“Then, what is?”

“Did you plan what had happened at the party last night?”

Realization dawned on her. “Are you asking me if I bribed the hotel staff to hurt Ivy with that falling chandelier?”

His anger boiled over when he noticed her indifference and mockery. He sneered. “Yes. After all, you’ve done such things before!”

Sage smiled wryly when she heard that. Ian had never trusted her. He.always suspected that she was involved whenever bad things happened to Ivy.

“Let’s just get divorced, Ian.” Sage couldn’t tolerate his bullshit anymore. “Then,

you can fly off into the sunset with Ivy.”