Mommy Alert! The CEO Daddy Won't Stop Courting-Chapter 446: The Truth from 6 Years Ago (1)

Seeing Grace Quarters not speak, Ivy Wood continued her earnest persuasion, "Grace, I can see it; Malcom still loves you. He hasn’t been with that girl for long. He only promised to marry her out of gratitude—how could he truly love her? He’s doing all this just to make you seek him out, admit your fault... Grace, there are only three days left. If you don’t act, Malcom will really be engaged to that girl!"

No matter how much Ivy Wood said, Grace Quarters remained unmoved.

Feeling helpless, Ivy Wood turned around and left.

Before leaving, she gave Grace Quarters one last sincere look and said, "Grace, I must apologize for what happened before. I’ve been burdened with guilt all these years, always feeling like I’ve wronged you. Since I started this matter, let me be the one to end it. Anyway, I can’t watch you continue like this."

After speaking, Ivy Wood left.

She went to Uptown Café and dialed Malcom Moore’s number.

Once the call connected, she straightforwardly said, "Malcom, Grace really loves you. To avoid burdening you, she was discharged before her body recovered. She’s been skipping meals these days, lost a lot of weight, yet she still forces a smile, saying it’s enough if you’re happy."

Holding the phone, Malcom Moore replied coldly, "I already have someone I care for, whether she loves or doesn’t love me makes no difference to me."

"How can it not matter?" Ivy Wood spoke passionately, "Malcom, you must still blame Grace for leaving six years ago, right?"

Without waiting for Malcom Moore to answer, Ivy Wood continued, "Malcom, I’m sure you’re curious about what really happened six years ago. Given how much Grace loved you, why did she insist on leaving? I know everything. I’m at Uptown Café right now; come over here, and I’ll tell you everything."

After saying what she wanted, Ivy Wood abruptly hung up.

She feared hearing rejection from Malcom Moore’s mouth.

She thought that by doing this, Malcom Moore would surely come to see her.

Malcom Moore looked at the abruptly ended call, his sharp brows furrowing deeply.

Six years ago?

Hah, not telling him six years ago, nor during the six years before he met Luna, and now suddenly wanting to reveal the past.

Absurd!

He’s long since bid farewell to the past; no matter what happened six years ago, it’s irrelevant to who he is now, and Malcom Moore simply does not want to know!

Malcom Moore set down the phone and continued working as if he hadn’t received such a call.

At five o’clock in the afternoon, he finished his work early and prepared to pick up Serena Sterling. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

As he drove past Uptown Café, a woman rushed out and blocked his car.

Ivy Wood!

Malcom Moore rolled down the window, his eyes dark as ink, coldly staring at Ivy Wood, "What do you want? Get lost!"

This woman had ulterior motives; he met her because of Grace Quarters.

Six years ago, she was Grace Quarters’ best friend.

But every time this girl looked at him, it made him very uncomfortable.

He could sense that she liked him and often subtly or not-so-subtly spoke ill of Grace Quarters to him, trying to steal her friend’s boyfriend.

Such a woman made him sick!

After Grace Quarters left, this woman sought him out a few times, but he always drove her away.

Grace Quarters’ departure made him sad and dispirited for a long time, but he would definitely not rely on a woman like this for comfort.

The last time Luna was falsely accused and injured, it was this woman who treated Luna in the hospital.

Back then, he didn’t want a male doctor to treat Luna, so he simply regarded her as a doctor without saying much.

This time, Grace Quarters suddenly returned;

Grace Quarters was hospitalized after being hit, she informed him to visit;

And now calling to reveal everything about six years ago, even risking herself to stop his car—what did this woman want?...

Standing in front of Malcom Moore’s car, Ivy Wood felt heartache so severe she could hardly breathe, seeing the loathing and disgust, even disdain in his eyes.

She had merely fallen in love with a man, never having behaved indecently or excessively in front of him, yet why did he dislike her from the first moment he saw her?

Why, even now, does he still hate, detest her like this?

Ivy Wood moved to the car window, gripping the open window, tear-filled eyes looking at Malcom Moore, her voice laced with tears she couldn’t suppress, pleading, "Malcom, can I just have ten minutes?"

"No." Malcom Moore coldly refused, "No matter what you want to say, I’m not interested in hearing it! Move now, or if you’re hurt, you’ll have brought it upon yourself!"

Finished speaking, Malcom Moore prepared to step on the accelerator.

"What if I told you Grace’s reputation was destroyed?" Ivy Wood hurriedly said.

Malcom Moore paused, his motion to step on the accelerator halted.

Looking at Malcom Moore, Ivy Wood continued, "Six years ago, Grace drank the drink prepared for you... then something happened between her and her senior brother..."

Malcom Moore was momentarily stunned, his dark eyes narrowing.

He unlocked the car door, eyes coldly fixed on Ivy Wood, "Get in!"

Though he has already decided to move on, with the past irrelevant to him, Grace Quarters remains a special existence to him.

She accompanied his youth; back then, she was a ray of light in his life, bringing him much warmth.

Even if they couldn’t be lovers, she was still his friend, familial like a sister.

She was once so gentle and kind, he cannot allow anyone to defame her nor let her scheming friend harm her any further.

Seeing Malcom Moore let her into the car, Ivy Wood, without hesitation, immediately got in.

Malcom Moore started the car and drove away from Uptown Café, stopping on a deserted road.

Once the car was steady, Ivy Wood closed her eyes then slowly opened them, speaking slowly, "Malcom, everything from six years ago is my fault. You might not know, but from the first time I saw you, I loved you just like Grace did..."

She laughed miserably, pouring out her hidden feelings of six years so humbly; regardless of how he sees her, this time she’s resolved to reveal the truth.

Turning away, Malcom Moore coldly looked out the window, ridiculing the woman in the back seat, Ivy Wood, "Ha, I’ve seen through your tricks of stealing your friend’s boyfriend long ago! Don’t talk about loving me; your love disgusts me! Also, don’t call me Malcom, it disgusts me even more!"