When Ivy Miller saw the message upon returning to her room after lunch, it had already been fifteen minutes.
She was puzzled about what Henry Sullivan had done when Damian Sullivan called her.
Ivy walked to the door, closed it, and then moved to the window to take the call, "Hello, Dad."
"Ivy, how have you been lately? Is the kid doing well?"
"Pretty good, don't worry."
"That's good to hear."
Damian suddenly stopped talking, and Ivy didn't ask proactively, "Dad, I need to put Ivy to sleep. I'll call you when I have time later..."
"Ivy, do you know what Henry has been up to lately?"
Ivy shook her head, "We haven't been in touch these past couple of days. Since we've already decided to divorce, it's better to minimize contact, as this is... a way of respecting each other."
She knew Damian was calling for a reason, but she decided not to get involved with the Sullivan family matters.
Especially since Henry had just sent her a message like that.
