"You've got no right to ask for that billion in divorce money. That cash belongs to our family, to me and the rest! You money-grubbing brat, transfer it now or else!" Ivy looked like she was losing it over that billion. She'd had enough of scraping by—no way she was going back to the life she used to have. That money from Eleanor was like a lifeline for her and Jack.
"I don't have that kind of money, okay? I didn't get a cent from the divorce. I don't even have my own place anymore. You can throw a tantrum all you want, but I'm broke, deal with it."
Eleanor snapped out of it, turning to look at Ivy like she was some stranger off the street—face cold as ice.
But Ivy didn't care how Eleanor looked at her. She just kept pushing, more desperate than ever.
"Fine. You won't pay up?
