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The Heartbreak Prescription Chapter 1155

Nathan said nothing. He straightened, took a few steps back, then turned and walked out.

He left.

Ivy slowly opened her eyes. Large tears continued to slide down her cheeks.

Just then, a soft ringtone broke the silence. Her phone was ringing.

She picked it up. It was Tabitha.

Ivy answered, and her mother’s voice came through immediately.
“Hello, Ivy dear.”

“Mom.”

“Ivy, that illegitimate girl went to see you, didn’t she? You’re pregnant now. That homewrecker and her daughter must be panicking. The Quinns won’t let them through the door anymore. Quinn Corporation kicked them out too. Watching them fall apart is so satisfying. It really eased some of the anger I’ve carried all these years.”

Ivy stared at the ceiling of her office, silent.

“Why aren’t you saying anything?” Tabitha asked.

“It’s nothing, Mom. I’m listening.”

“You’re pregnant now. Don’t work yourself so hard. You have to make sure the baby is born safe and healthy.”

“Okay.”

“I know how hard you’ve worked all these years. I know how much you’ve suffered. The thing I’m most proud of in my life is having you as my daughter. You’re my pride and joy.”

Ivy tightened her grip on the phone. “Thanks, Mom. I’ll be fine. Don’t worry.”

“Good.”

The call ended. Ivy lowered the phone, sat up, and slipped it into her bag.

She looked at herself in the mirror.

Her face was pale, her eyes hollow. She didn’t even know what she was thinking anymore.

She had grown up in a deeply unhappy family. She had never known what a father’s love felt like.

Ivy only knew that from the moment Tabitha once tried to take her own life, failure was no longer an option. She had to succeed. She had to fight Noelle and Kate.

For more than twenty years, Ivy hadn’t allowed herself a single mistake. She studied relentlessly, worked tirelessly, and never dated. When it came time for marriage, she followed Roger’s arrangement and married Nathan.

When the conflict reached its peak, she had no choice but to get pregnant.

She had lived like a machine, controlled and directed by others.

Earlier, when Nathan had pinned her against the desk and told her he could abandon her and the baby with a single word—said that other women could give him ten children if he wanted—her tears had spilled uncontrollably.

She felt like a joke.

All her effort felt like a joke.

Even her entire life felt like a joke.

A wave of exhaustion she had never known before crashed over her, snapping the tightly wound string she had held taut for more than twenty years.

Ivy cried for a long time. Then she dragged her heavy body back home.

Wanda immediately came to greet her. “Welcome home, Mrs. Lowe. Have you eaten?”

Ivy nodded. “Yes.”

“I made some chicken soup for you. Have some, then go rest in your room.”

“Okay.”

Ivy sat at the dining table as Wanda brought out the soup.

She picked up the spoon and began to eat, barely aware of the taste.

She only knew that even after crying, life still had to go on. She couldn’t fall apart. There was still too much she needed to do.

She needed the baby inside her.

And she truly loved this child.

She had never truly owned anything in her life. This child was hers—completely and undeniably hers.

Wanda hesitated, then asked, “Where is Mr. Lowe? Didn’t he say he was picking you up after work?”

Ivy’s hand paused slightly with the spoon. Then she said, “He went back to the office.”

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