Operation Red Book

At the same time, on the other side of Florence, Ivy reached out her trembling hand towards the door of the prayer room.

"Boom boom boom——"

Grace knocked on the door relentlessly. The crisp sound of the knocks was like a big stone thrown into a pond, shaking Ivy's heart.

"Is there anyone in the prayer room? Why did the door close suddenly? Was it the wind that blew it away..."

Grace muttered to herself at the door, and took out the key and prepared to force the lock.

It was too late. Ivy swallowed and opened the door the moment Grace inserted the key.

"Ms. Grace, it's me."

Ivy tried to smile and pressed her body against the open door.

In the small space behind the door, Holmes and Haley huddled together, holding their breath and not daring to move.

"Ms. Ivy?" Grace blinked as she held the tea tray.

She stretched her head to look at the empty prayer room and asked in confusion, "What are you doing in the prayer room alone? Aren't you with Master Dorian?"

"I..." Ivy rolled her eyes and gave a reason she didn't even believe: "I'm confessing to God."

"Oh! Poor child, it's rare that you have such an awareness. Tell me about it, and I will pray to the merciful Heavenly Father with you."

Grace said compassionately, and walked in directly through the door.

She moved very quickly and had already walked some distance before Ivy could react.

Ivy was startled and hurriedly moved towards the door, causing the big Holmes to groan.

Fortunately, Grace didn't care. She walked straight forward, as if she was going to the bench in the front.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Holmes came out holding Haley. He glanced at Grace's back, took a step at a time, and walked out of the room in a few steps, disappearing at the end of the corridor like a black cat.

"Ms. Ivy, come on! I still have to serve tea and snacks to Master Dorian."

Grace took off the apron tied around her waist and waved to Ivy who was standing in front of the door with a smile.

Ivy's face was gloomy with hatred and resentment. She took heavy steps and slowly dragged herself to Grace's side.

"Come, talk to me, anything is fine. There is tea and snacks here."

Grace squinted her eyes and handed Ivy a cup of hot tea.

Ivy's mind was full of thoughts at this moment, all tangled into a tangled mess.

"What are you talking about? How are you talking about it?" Ivy turned her face away and tried hard to think about the melodramatic TV series she had seen on TV before.

"Ah, I got it!" An idea suddenly flashed in Ivy's mind, and she immediately pouted her lips, reddened her nose, and pretended to look pitiful.

"I'm really sorry, please hold my hand, Miss Grace."

Ivy took a deep breath and told the story that was gradually forming in her mind: "Don't look at my young age. In fact, I have already been betrothed to a 40-year-old master as a concubine. He loves me, cares for me, and protects me. I feel that I am the happiest person in the world."

"What? Miss Ivy is already married?" Grace covered her mouth and took a breath, as if she had heard some huge gossip.

"But I didn't expect that he just treated me as a substitute for the deceased lady, wuwuwuwu..."

"At that moment I realized that he didn't love me. He loved the lady from beginning to end. Wuwuwuwuwuwu..."

Deeply moved, Ivy blinked hard, squeezed out a few tears, and looked at Grace with tears in her eyes, whose eyes were already red.

"Poor child, it's not your fault." Grace wiped away Ivy's tears with her hand and said softly.

"What do you want to confess to God?"

"I betrayed the master." Ivy pouted and lowered her head, "and got together with his half-brother."