"Mr. Wilmar?" Derliand noticed she hadn't spoken for quite some time and furrowed his brow to call out to her again.
What was the matter with Ivy Wilmar? He was helping her arrange a meeting, and she couldn't even be bothered to assist, not even picking up the conversation she herself had initiated. Did she or did she not want to arrange a meeting with Mr. Wafford anymore!
Ivy snapped back to reality, meeting his urging gaze, her mind somewhat chaotic, and forced herself to utter, "Ah, right."
That was all, a single dry word without follow-up.