Ivy had no idea what was said on the other end of the line, but she watched as Michael Gordon's already stern face darkened further, his eyes flashing with a viciousness she had never seen before.
"Bring her to my study, I'm coming back right now!"
As soon as Michael had hung up, he gripped his phone so tightly it appeared he might crush the handcrafted, expensive device. Ivy was reminded of his similar reaction when he had found out about her daughter—smashing his phone and nearly breaking his hand.
"Michael Gordon, what happened?"
When she asked that, Ivy instinctively grabbed his hand—the one capable of crushing a phone at any moment. "Your injury hasn't healed from last time. Don't get so worked up!"
At her words, Michael looked surprised. His eyes glanced at the hand she used to stop his dangerous action. He frowned, then as if recalling something, he suddenly smiled and teasingly asked, "Are you worried about me?"
