Archer loaded the flowers into the trunk one by one until it was full, and then he filled the backseat as well. As there was no more space for flowers in the car, Ivy decided not to buy any more. After paying, the two of them set off with the car full of flowers toward the cemetery. Arriving at her grandmother's grave, Ivy surrounded it with flowers. She knelt in front of the tombstone, gazing at her grandmother's name on it, and spoke softly. "Grandma, I've come to see you. It's been three years since I last visited because I wanted to wait until I achieved something before coming to see you. You always wanted to see me succeed, and now, even if I don't rely on my parents, I can still find a decent job. Grandma, you can rest assured. From now on, I will visit you every year. My parents have been very good to me, and my siblings have taken great care of me too. Though I only spent three years with them, the love they've given me is more than I can ever hope for. I am content, a

Ivy smiled as she handed a tissue to her teacher. "That's also one of the reasons why I wanted to come back. There are people who have been kind to me here." Mr. Zeeland wiped his tears and put his glasses back on. "Irene, how are your current parents treating you? You seem to be doing well now... They must treat you well, right?" Ivy nodded. "Yes, they treat me very well." "How long are you planning to stay here this time?" Mr. Zeeland asked. "Probably about two weeks! I really wanted to visit the campus, but the security guard outside wouldn't let me in," Ivy replied. "Haha! After we finish eating, I'll take you in. The school is still the same. Not much has changed." Mr. Zeeland added, "Well, there is one change. It's become even more run-down." After their meal, Ivy asked her bodyguard to wait outside the school, and she followed Mr. Zeeland into the campus. The school indeed looked the same, although it had become a bit more dilapidated. "Mr. Zeeland, I'd like to a

The Woods’ kitchen was just like it was three years ago, and the servants who worked inside remained unchanged. Although Ivy felt a strong connection to them, they did not recognize her. When she brought fruits for them to eat, they were very grateful and treated her with great courtesy. "What should we call you, Miss? Mrs. Woods might still be asleep," one of the servants said. "She's still not awake? She used to get up quite early," Ivy replied naturally. "Yes! She never used to sleep in, but, ever since so many unfortunate things happened in the family, she has developed insomnia. She can't sleep at night and can only get some rest during the day," the servant explained. "Have there been a lot of unfortunate events in the Woods family?" Ivy tensed. "Didn't your mother tell you? I thought everyone in the neighborhood knew!" the servant said. "I study overseas and rarely come home. My mother didn't tell me anything," Ivy explained with a smile. "Well... Our eldest yo

Ivy's eyes lit up with realization. "Let me look it up." Archer interjected. "Ivy, do you really have to see him? He probably won't recognize you, and if you reveal your identity as a wealthy heiress, he'll definitely try his luck with you. I advise against confronting him." "He's not that kind of person," Ivy insisted. "People change over three years. You don't know if he's the same person anymore. In this society, the temptation of wealth is always strong. With money, you have everything. So, my suggestion is to not meet with him," Archer reasoned. "If I don't tell him who I am, I might not even get to see him. Even if I do, I'll just be talking to him as a stranger. He doesn't like talking to strangers," Ivy explained. "You haven't tried, how do you know he won't talk to you? You're such a beautiful young lady; most men can't resist your charm. If you lack confidence, you can put on some makeup and dress up," Archer suggested. "Alright, I'll check the name of his company

"Wait for me outside," Ivy said to Archer. The receptionist was taken aback. "You two are together?" "Yes. He's my friend, and he accompanied me here," Ivy said. "So, you're here for an interview?" His attitude suddenly became more enthusiastic. "Come in first. Let me check if the hiring manager is available." "Sure," Ivy said and gave Archer a signal, asking him to leave. However, the receptionist generously invited him inside as well. "Your friend can also come in and sit. There are no seats outside!" And so, Archer followed Ivy into Night Technologies. The receptionist poured a glass of water for each of them, then went to call the hiring manager. Unfortunately, the hiring manager did not pick up the phone. "Our manager isn't in the office," the receptionist said apologetically. "He's not in the office? Is he out looking for new employees?" Ivy asked. The receptionist nodded. "Yes, he went outside to recruit people." "I guess there aren't many people who proa