The Billionaire's Regret

Chapter 163

In the car. Leo removed a stack of photographs from the side of the car. “I obtained these from the authorities. They wish to conduct an open investigation, but we will conduct a private investigation.” Ivy took the photos. When she saw that car, an image of Wyatt shoving her aside flashed through her mind. How did he summon the courage to run over them when the car was charging toward them at 70 miles per hour? Ivy trembled as her pale fingers trembled. Cooper let out a sigh. “Wyatt Reed owes us twice now. I’m afraid he won’t let you go so easily, Ivy.” If Wyatt had abandoned Ivy, why would he risk his life three or four times for her? They could ignore it if it occurred only once, but it became increasingly difficult to ignore. Leo averted his gaze. “He cannot expect Ivy to devote herself to him solely based on this. Although I’ve grown to admire that young man, Ivy’s wishes remain paramount.” Ivy pressed her lips together. Her heart slowed as she silently lowered her eyes. The following photograph depicted the individual inside the scrapped car. That was the individual who desired to assassinate Ivy. It was an unfamiliar and unremarkable face that would have gone unnoticed in a crowd. His skull was drenched in blood. He was not wearing a seatbelt and sat motionless on the steering wheel. Cooper explained, observing Ivy’s frown, “He died on the spot. Because he was intoxicated, the police tentatively classified it as drunk driving. Still, because more than one million dollars had been wired to his account from overseas, they are hesitant to dismiss this case so easily.” “A million. For the sake of my life?” Ivy muttered something. ‘A million dollars for Wyatt to die in my place?’ Ivy considered it and found it absurd. Cooper pressed his lips together. “For a good-for-nothing alcoholic, this may be the only opportunity he ever has to earn a million dollars.” “Do not fear; Cooper will investigate this thoroughly. You should avoid going out for the time being

for your safety. Even if you wish to venture out, bring bodyguards. Otherwise, you may not be quite as fortunate the next time.” Leo regarded Ivy with a concerned and exhausted gaze. His eyes were downcast. Cooper agreed with a nod. Ivy came to a halt. “I cannot remain hidden indefinitely. Get me some bodyguards.” This was something she was very familiar with. All she wanted to know was who was plotting her assassination. This she would repay a hundredfold. When she returned home, she collapsed onto her bed and passed out. She was drained. Her entire body was aching and exhausted. Ivy reopened her eyes and looked out the window, where she noticed the red glow through the trees. It was peaceful and comfortable. The sunset was breathtaking. It was already dusk. She’d slept through the entire day and night without dreaming. On her bedside table, a new phone was placed. Cooper had transferred all of her data from her previous phone and had even installed the same apps. She picked it up and examined the numerous calls and messages. Some inquired about her well-being, while others asked about Wyatt. In a group chat with a select group of her close friends. Windy Adams: To be honest, my opinion of Wyatt has shifted this time around. He once again put his life on the line for you, so you should probably consider him @Ivy Agatha Hart: Agreed. Windy Adams: However, do not feel compelled, @Ivy! Even if you cannot be a couple, you can still be friends. We’re going to stop hating him. Agatha Hart: Agreed. Windy Adams: @Agatha, do you not have your own opinions?! Agatha Hart: I’m too tired to type the words you’ve already spoken! @Windy Simon Albert: Wyatt has instilled in me a newfound respect for him! I completely relinquish. :( Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Windy Adams: Didn’t you give up a long time ago, Albert? Agatha Hart: HAHAHA! Simon Albert: Hmph! I’m leaving this toxic group immediately. Ivy did not attempt to respond to any of the messages. She cleansed herself, applied a face mask, and appeared more revived. Leo waited downstairs for her to finish her dinner. He stood there watching his daughter eat and exhaled a sigh of relief when she spent a bowl of soup. He paused and stated, “Ivy, you are not under any obligation to feel pressured by this.” Ivy smiled a contented smile. “I am aware. I’m going to be fine. Wyatt’s life is now safe. I’ll gradually repay him for everything I owe him. As for the remainder, I’m not going to discuss it now.” In any case, Ivy could not hate him as much as she had previously. Nonetheless, the concept of being together... This passing thought flashed through her mind, but she brushed it aside. Ivy wished only for Wyatt’s well-being. Their entanglements were far too strong. It was unknown who owed whom more. Leo satisfied himself with a nod. He was relieved that his daughter had discovered the solution. He raised his hand and motioned for a tall and burly man dressed fiercely in a black suit and sunglasses. “Is that a bodyguard?” Ivy took one look at his attire and immediately recognized him. Leo nodded. “Bill is his given name. He is the world’s greatest fighter. He used to follow me around, but he took a lengthy hiatus once I retired and no longer required him for fishing. He will now follow you.” Ivy pursed her lips and gave a slight nod. Naturally, she would not refuse her father’s generosity. “Greetings, Ms. Morgan.” Ivy grinned. “I’ll rely on you, Bill.” Bill’s fierce expression remained unaffected by his greeting nod. Ivy’s phone rang unexpectedly. Ken had called. She retrieved it.

“I have some bad news for you, Ms. Morgan! President Reed…” Ken paused. Ivy’s face immediately sank. She hung up and bolted out the door. She was terrified. Bill had accelerated the car’s exit. He addressed her in a rough tone. “Miss, enter!” Ivy leaped in without hesitation. Bill slammed the accelerator. What was supposed to be a twenty-minute journey took ten minutes. Ivy dashed to Wyatt’s ward and pushed the door in hastily. Eva and Don Reed were not present. Ken sat in the living room; his face bemused. “Miss Morgan...” As she ran in, Ivy’s heart sank. The person on the bed remained motionless, just as he had been a day ago. However, he lacked any sign of life. His face was pallid and gray. The wires connecting the testing instruments to his body had been severed. His chest was completely flat, with no rise or fall. Ivy was taken aback for a brief moment. She suddenly felt overwhelmed and suffocated by the darkness in front of her. Impossible! The doctor stated unequivocally that he was fine! Her heart had been broken. It was so excruciatingly painful that she dared not take a deep breath. That agony felt as though her body were being torn apart. Each cell in her body was suffocating with anguish and despair. Ivy remained immobile. The darkness gradually absorbed her consciousness, and she came dangerously close to falling when her legs failed. From behind, Ken called out to her. “Ms. Morgan, watch out—” He immediately assisted her in regaining her footing. Simultaneously, Ivy noticed the lifeless man’s right foot twitch slightly beneath the white silk quilt. It was a brief movement, but Ivy was acutely aware of it. Her body stiffened, and she became immobile for a few seconds before realizing what was happening.

After a brief pause, she regained her composure. Ken was taken aback by Ivy’s transformation. She appeared devastated earlier, but she regained her composure in an instant! Ken appeared to want to speak as he released her, but he quickly zipped his mouth shut when he remembered what Wyatt had instructed him. Ivy stepped forward calmly and gently touched Wyatt’s pale face. Her fingertips lingered on his cheek, slightly cool. “Have you made funeral arrangements?” she inquired in a firm and cold tone.