Chapter 32

"What on earth are you doing, Iv? Do you want to foolishly die?" Race yelled at Ivy, who once again saved his and Winter's lives. 

Even though Ivy's condition wasn't suitable for performing such potent magic, now Ivy was sitting on the floor, clutching her chest, and felt hot. Ivy looked up and gazed at her husband with a somber expression. 

"Foolishly die? What do you mean, Race? I was helping my husband. Can you say it like that?" Ivy asked with a slightly forced voice. 

Realizing his ill-chosen words, Race fell silent and stared at his wife. Race then clicked his tongue in frustration due to his immense guilt towards Ivy. 

"Race, take Ivy to my room. Let the guards clean up this mess." 

Winter's words made Race and Ivy both turn to look at him. Ivy shook her head slowly and then attempted to stand up. Race quickly assisted his wife to her feet. Ivy unintentionally swiftly brushed Race's hand away. 

"I'm fine, Winter. Oh,