Carlisle's face darkened immediately. "Ivy, are you saying Wren didn't pick you up?"
Ivy nodded, her teary eyes glistening as she played the part of the wronged fiancée. "Mr. Zachman, please don't blame Wren. He must've had something urgent to take care of. I'm sure that's why he didn't have time to come for me."
"Stop making excuses for him!" Carlisle's voice boomed, his expression growing stormy. "This is getting out of hand. He's been acting out too much lately."
Without wasting a second, he pulled out his phone and dialed Wren. The call rang for what felt like an eternity before automatically disconnecting.
Carlisle's grip on the phone tightened. He tried again and then a third time, with the same result. His jaw clenched in frustration as he turned his sharp gaze back to Ivy.
"Do you have any idea where he's gone?"
Ivy hesitated, biting her lip for effect. She needed Carlisle on her side, but she couldn't seem too eager. "I… I'm not entirely sure, but—"
"Speak up! stop beating around the bush!”
Herhead dipped, her voice trembling, as she reluctantly revealed, “I think Wren might have gone to look for Clara. She hasn’t been answering my calls and has avoided me ever since she found out about our engagement. Maybe Wren was worried about her and went to check on her.” Zachman’s face tumed a shade darker. “When he can’t even prioritize what’s important! Always running after that girl!” Clare wasn’t someone Carlisle particularly disliked, but he didn’t care for the idea of her meddling in Wren’s life–especially now, tuture Mis Zachman
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“Mr. Zachman, don’t be mad at Wren,” Ivy implored, her voice soft and forgiving “He probably just didn’t want Clara to feel abandoned. After all, they did grow up together.”
“Enough!” Carlisle snapped, wanting her off. “I’m going to find out where he is. Even if I have to drag him back kicking and screaming, he will be at that
Ivy’s beat leaped with satisfaction, but she maintained her sorrowful facade. “But… Mr. Zachman, what if Wren resents me for it? What if he doesn’t want to go through with the engagement?”
Carlisle spotted her, and has mood soured further. “Katrina!”
“Why hasn’t Clara come back yet? And don’t tell me you don’t know where she is. Tomorrow is Wren and Ivy’s engagement party, “Cat won’t be there, and neither will I,” Katrina replied, her tone ley.
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