Page 42 of Mercy (The Sins Trilogy 3)
Chapter Sixteen
Ivy
On my way to LAX. I’m heading home. Don’t want to stay and constantly remind Ivy about the lie. Hope things work out between you two. If you ever visit Seoul, let me know. And if you ever need anything, you can always reach out. I’ll do my best to help.
I stare at the text. Each word is a kick to my stomach.
“She’s just going to leave? Why is she acting like she never got my texts or messages?”
“I don’t know.”
Did she block me the way I blocked her? If so, it’s nothing less than what I deserve.
“Do you mind? I want to text her back.”
He nods.
I type, Don’t do that! Come to Tony’s place. Then I add, This is Ivy, by the way.
There. Sent.
I gnaw on my knuckles.
No response.
Oh, come on.She can yell at me. Call me a bitch if that’ll make her happy. She can’t just leave like this, when I never got a chance to tell her I’m sorry in person.
After a few minutes, I realize she isn’t going to reply.
“Damn it.”
“What do you want to do?” Tony asks.
I hand him the phone back. I think fast. She didn’t say she was boarding. Just on her way to the airport.
“I’m going to have to stop her. Are there flights to Korea in the next two or three hours?”
Tony taps on his phone. “Two flights. Thirty minutes apart, the first one leaving at eleven.”
“I guess she’s taking one of those…” I stop. “Unless she’s flying private?”
“I doubt that. Her brother’s on a trip to Paris, and her father’s in Hong Kong.”
I look at him in surprise. “How do you know?”
“I was on a call with their people earlier about a possible venture we might be doing together.”
I grab my bag. “Okay, then I’m going to the airport and seeing if I can stop her. There’s no way I’m letting her go home like this, thinking I’m angry with her.”
“I’ll come with you.”
Bobbi stands up as well. Tony dashes upstairs for a moment, saying he needs to grab something. Then we leave together in her bright metallic red Escalade.
I exhale roughly, feeling like crap. “It’s my fault. I should’ve called her earlier today.” Instead of having that lunch with Margot, I should’ve gone over to Yuna’s hotel. That would’ve been hell of a lot more productive.
Tony squeezes my shoulder. “It’s not your fault. You couldn’t have known she would fly home tonight.”
Yeah, I know that—in my head. But emotionally, it’s hard to accept. There’s always something I could’ve done to prevent this kind of outcome. I should’ve been more rational. Friendlier. Something.
