However, my sister will be here soon, and you have to listen to me.

Leonard nodded repeatedly, and I felt relieved.

Just as Ivy was looking forward to meeting me, I was also looking forward to her shocked expression when she came to my house later.

She must have wondered why her perverted husband from her previous life was now wearing a pastoral lace apron, cooking, while I—

I leaned lazily on the sofa, with a flushed face.

"Elaine, are you feeling unwell?"

Ivy rushed over with concern, took my hand, and looked me up and down as if I were an animal.

She was obviously disappointed to see that I was neither missing an arm nor a leg.

"Nothing, sis. I'm fine. My waist just hurts a little."

I rolled lazily on the sofa like a cat. Leonard set the table for the meal and then lovingly lifted me up from the sofa.

He glanced at Ivy and smiled as gently as a spring breeze.

Seeing Ivy's mouth wide open,

I chuckled inwardly.

I guess she still didn't want to believe it?

How could the perverted husband from her previous life suddenly turn into such a good man in this life?

She didn’t believe it, so she grabbed my arm and looked up and down my waist, abdomen, chest, and shoulders.

She thought I must have internal injuries.

However, I could run and jump swiftly. I didn't look like I had been abused.

Only when Leonard sat next to me did I lean softly into his arms.

Even across the table of delicious food, I could feel Ivy's teeth grinding in frustration.

"I thought you were going to tell your sister."

After Ivy left, Leonard looked at me seriously.

Obviously, it was the display of affection I had shown in front of Ivy that made Leonard feel confused.

"Are you also... afraid that your relatives will worry?"

Leonard suddenly stood up and rummaged through the drawers to find a box.

Put the things inside in front of me one by one.

He said, this is a mace, this is a vise, and this is industrial capsaicin.

"Elaine, if I attack you indiscriminately again next time, don't go easy on me."

He looked at me with such clear eyes, so sincere that I even felt a little guilty.

I tucked my pillow and hid the "torture box" I had prepared a little deeper.

These are not necessary. The ones I prepared are for self-defense, but the upgraded ones he prepared are for self-harm!

I finally figured out how my sister's teeth and nails were pulled out in her previous life.

"Elaine, although I don't remember what happened to me before, I know that my mother has been worried about my illness for many years. I finally met a girl who likes math as much as you do and shares the same interests with me. Can you... give me another chance and don't leave me in a hurry?"

I looked into Leonard's clear eyes, and my gaze moved up from his left temple. Hidden beneath his thick hair was a prominent and hideous old scar.

I felt a little sad, recalling how Grace had been somewhat similar to my grandmother.

They all strive to provide the best for their children.

But some people aren't born deserving of such love, like Ivy.

My grandmother knew that her personality was different from mine, that she was more sensitive and more vain, so she tried her best to prioritize meeting her needs from childhood to adulthood. However, her desires could never be satisfied, and she even blamed Grandma for not being able to give her a better upbringing and material comforts.

I could endure Ivy's suppression and bullying of me, but I could never forgive her for the cruelty she inflicted upon my grandmother, who had raised us for many years, all to coerce my submission.

Seeing my eyes well up, Leonard hurriedly asked what was wrong.

I shook my head, and plugged in my headphones.

Just now, while Ivy was in the bathroom, I slipped a recorder into her bag.

At this moment, she and her boyfriend were sitting in the car on their way back, and their conversation could be heard clearly.

"You said Mr. Wells would definitely abuse your sister? Looks to me like they're as close as can be. You think the bite on her neck was from Leonard?"

"This Leonard is clearly a pervert. There is no way my sister can live a good life with him. She must be pretending."

This is Ivy's voice.

Evan chuckled, "I don't care if she's pretending. You said catching Mr. Wells abusing your sister would let us milk more money from that rich Wells woman. What now? They're clearly on the same page. I'm here paying off debts. Don't want to see me hacked up by loan sharks, do you?"

"Did I ask you to use the two million dollars to invest in such an unreliable project?" Ivy was obviously upset. "If you had done as I said and used the money to buy a house first, we could have gotten married now. Why would it end up like this?"

"That's all because of you. We agreed on five million, and you gave half to your sister. What good place can you buy with just over two million? I also want to make more money. Is there any business without risk?"

"You're blaming me now? It was your idea I fed Grandma those shrimp. If she hadn't gotten so sick, would my sister have agreed to marry Leonard? Now look at us, blowing the money and saving her life. It's costly for an old lady to recover at her age. "

"You're heartless. She's your grandmother."

Even Evan was repulsed by Ivy's cruelty.

"Me, heartless?" Ivy scoffed. "You didn't grow up in my shoes. When our parents died, it was just us sisters. Some rich family wanted to adopt one of us, but Grandma insisted we stay together.

Parents left us one house and some savings, plenty for one kid. Two's a squeeze. Grandma's stubbornness is what caused all this."

"And now you're saying this to me? Dragging a little sister and an old lady along, your parents wouldn't even let me in your house."

The recording ended with a screech of brakes. I removed my headphones, saved the recording, and handed it to the lawyer I'd already found.

The hospital had confirmed, from a blood sample taken from my ailing grandmother, that the bowl of soup Ivy had brought her was laced with shrimp—an intentional act triggering her severe allergy.