The Billionaire Ex-Wife Stormed Back as a Marvelous Divine Doctor-Chapter 70 - The Real and Fake Mrs

70: Chapter 70: The Real and Fake Mrs.

Blake

70: Chapter 70: The Real and Fake Mrs.

Blake

Harry Ross immediately stood up, “President.”

Ivy River turned around, and Edwin Blake stood right behind her.

She instinctively punched him.

Edwin took a step back, still feeling a slight tingling on his body.

“You’re something else!”

Harry quickly jogged forward, supporting him to slowly walk to the sofa.

Once he sat down, his gaze was fixed on the two children.

“If you have a problem, come to me.

Don’t go after my kids!”

Ivy River looked wary, instinctively protecting the children in her arms.

She couldn’t understand why her acupoint technique didn’t work.

Could it be that she hadn’t practiced in so long that she’s become rusty?

“I said I wanted to eat egg noodles too.

I haven’t had them in five years.

Every time I drink too much, I crave them,” Edwin said with a mournful tone, like a wronged little wife.

Harry silently closed his eyes.

It stings.

If only he’d listened sooner—now everything the president is going through is his own doing.

Fatty shouted loudly, “Do you even deserve it?

Always ask yourself if you deserve it before doing anything.

Lack of virtue to fit the role.

You still want to eat that?

Eat shit!”

Edwin was about to refute but then saw Ivy River’s warning look.

The words immediately turned into, “I am your father!”

“My daddy died a long time ago.

My sister and I only have a hardworking mom and a dad who died early.

We don’t want a stepdad.”

Edwin’s expression was indifferent, “If you don’t believe me, look in the mirror.

We two share the same face.

You looked just like me when you were little.”

“Tch,” Fatty looked all-knowing, “Uncle Harry could be my stepdad.

As long as it’s you, no way.”

“Ivy River, is this how you teach the kids?”

Edwin was furious, turning angrily to glare at Harry.

Harry took a few steps back quietly, carefully waving his small hand.

It’s got nothing to do with him!

“Little Master, how can you speak so casually?”

“Why not, I’m telling the truth.

I like you more than Edwin Blake.”

Emmy chimed in agreeing with Fatty, “Yeah, yeah, bad uncle, you’re not suited to be our stepdad.”

The more Fatty thought about it, the angrier he got, directly grabbing a pillow from the sofa and throwing it at Edwin.

Ivy River saw it was about enough and coldly said, “President Blake, we’ll be leaving now.

If you want some noodles, get Isla to make them for you.”

After saying that, she turned to leave with the kids.

Edwin was about to pursue, but the tingling in his body made it hard to move.

Just as he got up, he fell back onto the sofa.

Harry quickly stepped forward to support him, “President, are you alright?”

“Get lost!”

Edwin was annoyed, still holding a grudge over Fatty’s words.

Harry quietly defended himself, “President, listen to me.

I really don’t know why Little Master likes me so much.”

It was better left unsaid.

Upon hearing this, Edwin felt even more frustrated, “Go to Africadia and bring Alexander Hodges back.

There’s no signal there.”

“Ah!”

Harry couldn’t help but mumble, “Capitalism!

It wasn’t me who upset you.

Why don’t you go find the lady and the little master?

Always bullying me.”

Edwin shot a cold glance at him, and Harry silently shut his mouth.

“I’ll go out to contact President Hodges right now.”

Edwin sat on the sofa, exhaling a deep breath.

Why did he lose control when facing Ivy River today?

Clearly, he came to discuss cooperation, but in the end, nothing was resolved.

…

Ivy River took the kids to the pizza place.

“Hello, do you have a reservation?

We are a Michelin Restaurant.”

The waiter saw them and began officially inquiring.

Ivy River frowned.

In her memory, this restaurant didn’t require reservations.

“Since when do we need a reservation to eat a burger?

Are you scamming us?”

Fatty pouted unhappily.

Seeing this, the waiter knew there was no reservation, “Sorry, without a reservation, we can’t let you in.”

Ivy River started rummaging through her bag.

At this moment, Emmy quietly spoke up, “Mommy, my tummy hurts, I need to go potty.”

“Have your brother accompany you.

Fatty, wait for your sister at the door, don’t run around, okay?”

“Okay!”

Fatty tugged Emmy towards the restroom.

Ivy River rummaged for a while before she found what she was looking for.

Just as she was about to hand it to the waiter, she heard a smile form on his face, and he spoke courteously:

“Miss Sutton, why did you come suddenly without informing us?”

Ivy River prayed frantically inside.

Better not be Isla Sutton.

“I just suddenly wanted to try your pizza.

Is there a spot?”

Isla Sutton’s haughty voice sounded.

Ivy River closed her eyes, such bad luck.

“Yes, today there aren’t many people.

There are plenty of spots to choose from.”

“Then I’ll go in and look around.”

Isla deliberately stopped beside her, sounding surprised, “Oh, how can you be here for a meal?”

She looked at Ivy’s wrinkled clothes with a hint of disdain.

Ivy glanced, “Why can you come, but I can’t?”

“Don’t you know there’s a reservation policy here?”

“That’s none of your business.

You should be worrying about how to win Edwin Blake’s heart.”

Ivy felt annoyed with Isla’s mocking tone.

“Just go to the KFC downstairs, someone of your standing doesn’t belong here.”

“You don’t need to worry about that.”

Isla angrily spat, “Fine, I was just being kind.

I’d like to see how you plan to eat here today.”

“Hello miss, if you don’t know how to reserve, you can use our official account…”

The waiter was sharp.

He knew when and what to say.

Ivy rubbed her temples, feeling irritated.

“Stop, I know about the reservation, but I also know the Michelin Restaurant has some reservation-exempt spots.”

“Oh, really?

Ivy River, you’ve got some nerve saying that.”

Isla stood aside, sneering, the waiter chimed in, slightly contemptuous.

“You’re right, we do have reservation-exempt spots.”

Ivy’s expression remained calm, “What conditions?”

“You don’t meet our conditions for reservation exemption.”

The waiter inspected Ivy, showing a hint of impatience.

“Can you tell without asking?”

Ivy’s red lips slightly curled, showing no anger.

The waiter rolled his eyes, speaking arrogantly, “Then let me break your hope.

First, our group shareholders are exempt.

Second, you need to top-up and become our premium member for an exemption.

Third, the group executives or their kin can be exempt.”

“Oh?

So Isla Sutton is exempt because she’s a part of the group family?”

The waiter didn’t catch Ivy’s sarcasm.

He responded directly, “Of course, she’s Mrs.

Blake.”

“Understood, it’s a Michelin Restaurant after all.

Strict conditions are understandable,” Ivy looked at Isla, “Miss Sutton, you’re already declaring you’re Mrs.

Blake?”

“If it’s not me, then is it you?”

Isla’s sharp voice made Ivy instinctively cover her ears.

“Huh?

How come I remember not having divorced Edwin yet?”