Talking with Manager Tan, she couldn't quite get to the point, and the two hung up after a few words.
Manager Tan sent her a photo, and she found that the bed in the background of the photo where Florence Wilder had an incident was actually Henry Sullivan's.
There must be something wrong.
She hesitated for a while, but finally decided to call Henry Sullivan.
When the call connected, Henry Sullivan's voice was a bit excited: "Ivy? It's so late, why aren't you asleep yet?"
Ivy Miller looked up at the clock on the wall and smiled: "It's only nine o'clock, how is it late? You must have forgotten, I always go to bed at eleven."
"Didn't I tell you? Staying up too late is bad for your health."
"Yes, you did mention it, but you were my husband then, and I'd listen to your nagging. However, you're not anymore."
"Does that mean I can ignore your words and stay up late as I wish?"
Hearing her half-joking words, Henry Sullivan felt a bit bitter.
