Ivy's POV
I was in the middle of reviewing some fabric samples when my office door suddenly swung open without a knock, cutting through the peace of my office.
I looked up to see Helen standing there like she owned the place, her face drawn to a deep scowl. That usual expression she had when she wanted to cause trouble.
Good heavens! I'm sick and tired of these endless family feuds already. When would all this end?
Heaving a silent sigh, I set the fabric sample down slowly standing up.
"You!" She pointed a finger at me. "You think you could do this and go scot free huh?"
"Calm down Helen, just sit down..."
"Don't order me around in your little office!" She spat. "My husband, your father, is sitting in a detention cell and Elise collapsed at that auction because of yo
