"Three times?" Henry Sullivan's focus was not whether James Yinley was a good person, but that they had met three times.
"Didn't you only meet twice? When was the other time?"
"Huh? Oh, right, we met twice, I misspoke."
She immediately averted her eyes with an awkward smile, "Looks like my kindergarten math was taught by a language teacher."
"Ivy Miller, has anyone ever told you, you're not good at lying."
Ivy looked at him, no, indeed no one ever had.
"Tell me, when was the other time you met again."
Ivy tried to distract White Rice, "Little White Rice, shouldn't we take a bath tonight?
Stay with Daddy for a bit, Mommy will go run the bathwater for you, alright?"
"White Rice, stop changing the subject. Tell me, when did he look for you again?
Why is he finding you, what does he want?"
Seeing his nervous look, Ivy couldn't help but grin mischievously.
"Can't you guess? You hid someone else's wife, and now he wants your wife as compensation.
