This time, I didn't let her get away. I grabbed her elbow and swiftly knocked her to the ground.
"Stop making a scene here. Weren't you the one who told me Ivor only married me to be your breeding machine? That if it weren't for you, he wouldn't even give me a second glance?"
"Now that I'm leaving, isn't that exactly what you wanted?"
Ivor appeared out of nowhere.
Seeing him, Ms. Fallon acted like she'd found her savior. Holding up her reddened arm, she whined pitifully:
"Ivori, look what she did to me. I just asked her a few questions, and she threw me down like this."
"My arm hurts so much!"
I was waiting for Ivor to lash out at me.
But contrary to his usual behavior, he grabbed Ms. Fallon by the throat, his eyes blazing red:
"So it was you. You're the one who told Vivienne that the baby wasn't mine."
"Why would you do this? Haven't I been good enough to you? Better than I've been to Vivienne. Why would you still want to hurt her?"