Ivy's POV
As I walked into the living room, my gaze settled on my mother, who was sitting on the sofa with her eyes rimmed red from crying, while my dad paced the floor with a dark expression.
I leaned against the doorframe, instantly putting the pieces together. Vivian was causing trouble again.
"I swear, that girl is determined to ruin us," I sighed loudly, crossing my arms as I walked into the room with my voice dripping with rehearsed pity. "Mom, don't cry. Vivian is just throwing another one of her childish tantrums and she has always been entirely unreasonable whenever she doesn't get her way. To treat us this way and get her husband to threaten our corporate sanctions over a simple misunderstanding? It's completely disgraceful."
"Ivy, stop it, that's enough," Gordon sa
