James Yinley calmly adjusted his clothes and sat down on the pavilion's edge beside her.
"Miss Miller, please have a seat."
Ivy Miller frowned, "Talk here?"
"Security isn't good right now. If we talk here, you can also take care of your baby. Isn't that good?"
Ivy glanced at him, noticing he was looking at the aunt and Bailey.
She asked in confusion, "How does Mr. Yinley know me?"
"Because you are Mr. Henry Sullivan's wife. I've investigated him, so it's easy to know you."
Ivy pursed her lips, "Why... did you investigate him?"
"Because my wife is missing. She lied to me about wanting to go out for a break to say goodbye to the past.
But she never returned after leaving.
I know she wants to leave me because she has regained her memory and doesn't want to stay by my side anymore."
"It's because you weren't good enough to her to keep her around."
Ivy's expression was indifferent.
