Chapter 239 I have a proposal.

"Huh?" Old Man Hart raised an eyebrow, curiosity evident in his eyes. He leaned forward slightly as if he had misheard her. "Did I hear that correctly? You have an evolution liquid that doesn’t have any side effects?"

"Exactly, Grandpa Hart." Ivy nodded with a calm smile. "Not only is it completely free of side effects, but I’ll also be selling it to Fiercehunter Base for just ten crystal monster cores per vial."

The moment those words left her lips, Old Man Hart, Erick, and Darren all stared at her with their eyes widened in utter shock. Their expressions froze as disbelief washed over their faces and for a long moment, no one spoke. It was as though the entire room had fallen into complete silence.

Old Man Hart blinked several times before asking again, his voice filled with uncertainty.

"Mrs. Ivy... are you serious right now?" he asked cautiously. "You’re telling me that you’re selling such an extraordinary evolution liquid for only ten crystal monster cores per vial?"

"I’m completely serious." Ivy replied without the slightest hesitation, her tone steady and sincere. "I’m not joking."

Old Man Hart and Erick exchanged glances.

Neither of them questioned where Ivy intended to obtain one hundred bottles of evolution liquid.

After all, she was Ivy.

Erick had already told his grandfather about the incredible abilities Ivy possessed. Although he had never seen her produce evolution liquid before, he had witnessed enough miracles from her to know that questioning her was pointless so If Ivy said she could produce one hundred bottles, then she undoubtedly could.

Old Man Hart slowly turned to Erick before looking back at Ivy.

"Did you hear what she just said?" he asked, still sounding amazed. "She wants to provide one hundred bottles of side-effect-free evolution liquid for only ten crystal monster cores each."

He let out a deep sigh before shaking his head in admiration.

"Such a priceless treasure... and she’s only charging ten crystal monster cores per bottle."

His voice softened as genuine appreciation filled his eyes.

"If that isn’t compassion, then I truly don’t know what is. In times like these, people would normally charge hundreds of crystal cores for something this valuable... or simply keep it for themselves."

"But you..." He looked at Ivy with heartfelt admiration. "You’re willing to share it with others at such a low price."

Ivy chuckled softly.

"You’re giving me too much credit, Grandpa Hart."

Old Man Hart suddenly reached across the table and gently grabbed Ivy’s hand with both of his all while his expression became unusually serious.

"Ivy...I have a proposal."

Seeing the old man’s solemn expression, Ivy looked at him curiously.

"What is it, Grandpa Hart?"

Old Man Hart smiled warmly.

"How would you feel about becoming my sworn daughter?"

The words caught everyone completely off guard. Even Ivy was stunned for a brief second but old Man Hart continued before anyone else could speak.

"I don’t have a daughter of my own." His eyes were filled with genuine affection as he looked at her. "I only have grandsons, and while I’m grateful for them, I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have a daughter to spoil."

He patted the back of Ivy’s hand gently.

"If you agree, I promise I’ll treat you exactly as I would my own flesh and blood. No one in Fiercehunter Base would dare bully or trouble you while I’m around."

"Grandpa..." Erick called helplessly, unable to stop himself from laughing.

He rubbed the back of his neck before glancing apologetically at Ivy.

"What?" Old Man Hart asked with slight annoyance as he shot Erick a glare. "Am I not allowed to ask?"

Erick laughed helplessly, not knowing what to say again.

Old Man Hart huffed before immediately turning back to Ivy, his expression becoming gentle once more.

"Don’t feel pressured," he said in a much softer voice. "You don’t have to answer immediately. Take your time and think about it. Of course..." he added after a brief pause. "If you don’t want to become my sworn daughter, that’s perfectly fine too.

Just then, footsteps echoed from outside the dining room.

The servant whom Old Man Hart had instructed to prepare lunch for Ivy returned, followed by several other servants carrying steaming dishes.

Within moments, the large dining table was completely filled with an assortment of delicious meals, and the rich aroma of freshly prepared food quickly spread throughout the room, causing everyone’s attention to shift toward the feast that had just been served.

"The food is ready, Master," one of the maids announced respectfully with a slight bow. "Everything has been prepared and is now being served in the dining room. Kindly make your way there."

Old Man Hart nodded before turning toward Ivy with a bright smile.

"Well then," he said warmly as he slowly rose from his seat. "Let’s go. The food is ready, and I certainly don’t want to keep everyone waiting."

Ivy smiled and nodded in response before standing to her feet.

Darren also stood while Erick followed behind his grandfather and the moment they stepped inside the dining room, the rich aroma of freshly prepared food greeted them.

One servant after another walked in carrying dishes, carefully arranging them across the enormous dining table

Several bottles of exquisite wine were also placed neatly on the table alongside freshly squeezed fruit juices and purified water. The meal was nothing short of a grand feast.

Old Man Hart looked around the table with a satisfied smile.

"Alright, everyone," he said cheerfully, rubbing his hands together. "Let’s dig in before everything gets cold!