"That's a heartless thing to say! Your Auntie Morrison always puts you before Jensen," Carson Holden said, tapping Ivy Holden on the forehead.
Thinking of Brooke Morrison's attitude toward her, Ivy Holden couldn't help but laugh. "Auntie Morrison is smarter than you."
'Only his own daughter could truly appreciate her father's guileless nature.'
'Right then, Ivy Holden was once again certain of how foolish she'd been in her past life. A man like Carson Holden, whose head was filled with nothing but musical notes, how could he possibly conspire with the Zimmers Group and others to harm his own wife? He just didn't have the brains for it!'
The car returned to the hospital. Ivy Holden linked her arm through her father's as they took the elevator straight to the top floor and entered the most comfortable VIP room.
Jensen Morrison was already awake, leaning against the headboard and staring into space.
