Chapter 62

The atmosphere in Race and Ivy's room was quite lively now. Several high-ranking officials from the kingdom had come to visit Race, having heard about his illness at the palace yesterday. Ivy stood near the door, continuously observing Race as he conversed with the kingdom's dignitaries. Suddenly, Ivy recalled Race's words from yesterday. She sighed deeply and gently rubbed her face. Ivy left the room and allowed her husband to chat with the visitors.

Ivy now sat in a garden chair in the backyard, gazing straight ahead at the forest, taking another deep breath.

"So, he regrets marrying me?" Ivy whispered.

"From the beginning, this marriage wasn't something Race had hoped for. So, what now? How can I let go of Race when I've grown to love him so much?" Ivy said again.

Ivy seemed to have misunderstood Race's words. Due to his worry and guilt, Race regretted his choice to marry. Ivy stared blankly ahead, searching for a way to resolve everything without hurting