Chapter 730: No One Pities You

Chapter 730: Chapter 730: No One Pities You

Granny smiled, tears welling up in her eyes.

Ivy Tanner wanted to say something more, but the people had grown impatient and forcibly took her away.

The mountain path was difficult to walk. Coupled with being seven months pregnant, Ivy Tanner was exhausted after just a few minutes. She felt like she couldn’t catch her breath.

The woman warned, "You’d better not go into labor here. There’s no one to deliver the baby. If you die here, it’ll save Young Master Kingsley a lot of trouble."

Ivy Tanner said with a smile, "If I die, just leave me here. Don’t let anyone else see my body. I don’t want my friends to hear about my death."

The woman said scornfully, "Stop being so dramatic. No one feels sorry for you."

So, Ivy Tanner said nothing more.

She didn’t know how long they had walked, but just when she thought she couldn’t go on any longer, they finally reached a riverbank.

A speedboat was moored at the bank. ’So this is how they got here.’

Ivy Tanner was helped onto the speedboat, and the group set off.

Along the way, all she could hear was the wind and the speedboat. She felt incredibly calm.

She didn’t care where they were taking her. She had no desire to know and no intention of asking. To her, it was all the same. Anywhere they went would be a place without freedom, without hope.

Before she knew it, drowsiness washed over her, and Ivy Tanner drifted off to sleep.

When she woke up, she was in an unfamiliar bed.

The room had a musty smell, emanating from a wooden wardrobe. It wasn’t pleasant.

Ivy Tanner got out of bed and looked around. The furnishings were old, and the wooden floorboards were cracked. The place probably hadn’t been maintained for years, maybe even over a decade.

But she could tell it was a villa—a very old, old-fashioned one.

The spacious bedroom was empty except for her. There were other villas nearby, but not a single one had its lights on. She couldn’t tell if people were asleep or if the houses were deserted.

It was eerily quiet all around. A gust of wind howled past, as unsettling as a ghostly wail.

Ivy Tanner no longer dared to stand by the window. She closed it and headed downstairs.

When she reached the first floor, she saw a woman in her thirties or forties bustling about in the dining room. The woman merely glanced at her when she approached and didn’t say a word.

Ivy Tanner walked over immediately. "Hello? Excuse me, where is this?"

The woman ignored her completely. After arranging the freshly cooked food on the table, she turned and left.

Ivy Tanner looked at the meal on the table and couldn’t help but ask, "Is this for me?"

The woman still ignored her.

’Could she be deaf and mute?’

Ivy Tanner pushed the thought aside and sat down at the table. Even if the food was poisoned, she was going to eat it.

’Whatever.’

After eating her fill, Ivy Tanner walked over to the sofa. She gave the couch, which was darkened with age, a brief glance and sat down without a second thought.

There was a landline phone nearby. Ivy Tanner tried to call Claire Sinclair, but the call wouldn’t go through. ’This phone probably can’t make outside calls,’ she guessed.

Out of boredom, Ivy Tanner dialed every number she had memorized, one after another. None of them connected.

Finally, she tried calling Ethan Kingsley. Miraculously, the call went through!

Ivy Tanner suddenly felt nervous, not knowing what to say. Just then, the man on the other end spoke. "What is it?"

Ivy Tanner paused before saying, "Um... the woman who cooked for me, why doesn’t she ever speak?"

"She can’t speak, and she can’t hear. If you need anything, call me directly."

"I see. Goodbye."

Ivy Tanner hung up abruptly.

’How clever of me. I guessed right. The woman really is deaf and mute.’