Chapter 517

When he heard that, Ian glanced at Sage, who had a stoic expression. He rose from his seat without saying a word. As soon as he got up, Ivy followed suit.

"Excuse us, Sage, Ms. Ford," she said apologetically, but her eyes were filled with mockery as if she were bragging about something.

Memories of the day of her miscarriage flooded Sage's mind. Her resentment boiled over as she recalled that Ivy had a similar expression that day, and she clenched her fists.

Tiana could tell Sage was furious. She hastily advised, "Ignore her. Ivy's provoking you because Ian's here."

As soon as she said that, Sage grabbed a cup of coffee from the table and hurled it at Ivy. The latter let out a startled cry.

In a split second, Ivy's face and hair were soaked in coffee. The brown liquid trickled down her cheeks onto her clothes, leaving her in a state of disarray.

The commotion caught the attention of several nearby customers. Ian, who had already reached the entrance, turned around.

"Why'd you