Chapter 607 Handing Over His Family Heirloom to Ivy Sherwood

Jason Summers let out a cold sneer. "Why don’t you take a guess? Or better yet, just kill me."

Jason was the type who couldn’t care less whether he lived or died; he had played this kind of psychological warfare countless times. He knew Quentin Blackwood didn’t dare to actually kill him, which was exactly why he had brought a fake gun.

The scuffle between the two men inside the room had alerted Miles Mercer and Xavier Mercer outside. They quickly pushed the door open, only to see that Jason had broken out of his restraints and was now pinned to the floor under Quentin’s foot.

The two brothers rushed in. Within seconds, Miles had Jason securely tied up again. "What happened? He broke free?"

"Yeah." Seeing that Jason was bound, Quentin finally stepped back.

Miles picked up the gun that had fallen to the floor.

"It’s a fake," Quentin said.

"A fake? Why don’t you carry a real piece on you?" Even though it was illegal for ordinary citizens to carry firearms in Calypsos, someone of Quentin’s status could easily obtain a permit.

"Quentin Blackwood, I hope you seriously consider my words. Otherwise, I really don’t mind dragging all these people down to the grave with me," Jason threatened with a vicious grin, the blood from Miles’s earlier beating still staining the corner of his mouth.

Quentin didn’t even dignify him with a glance as he turned and walked out of the room.

Miles followed close behind. "What did he say to you? What does he mean by dragging everyone down to the grave with him?"

They wondered if Jason had some hidden trump card they didn’t know about.

Quentin shook his head. "It’s nothing. Where’s Ivy?"

"She went over there to make a call." Miles pointed down the hall.

Quentin walked over and immediately spotted Ivy Sherwood’s silhouette.

Unable to hold back any longer, Ivy had dialed Ovillette’s number. The call connected, and Ovillette’s voice came through the receiver. "Hello?"

At the sound of his voice, Ivy’s nose stung with the prickle of unshed tears. It was currently the middle of the night in Elandra.

Ovillette paused on the other end of the line. Seeing a number calling from Calypsos, he guessed the situation even before she spoke. "Is this Ivy?" he asked.

Ivy’s eyes grew red. She was on the phone with her father. Even though her mother was gone, her father was still alive and well in this world.

"It’s me," she answered softly.

"What’s wrong?" Ovillette’s voice was laced with deep concern.

"Nothing. You just told me before that I could call you anytime, so I wanted to check in. I didn’t wake you, did I?" Ivy’s tears finally spilled over, though she tried her hardest to suppress her sobs so her emotions wouldn’t bleed into her voice.

Even without a paternity test, everything pointed to the fact that Ovillette was her biological father. That natural, undeniable pull between them couldn’t be faked. Back when she mistakenly believed Jason was her father, she had never felt this kind of connection.

"No, no, I was just about to get up anyway."

"You..." Ivy parted her lips, then bit down, unsure of what to say.

Noticing her hesitation, Ovillette asked, "Did something happen? Did Jason do something to you? Is everything okay over there? Are you... alright?"

"No, no, nothing happened. I just wanted to ask how you were doing since you got back. The Princess, she..."

"I have people keeping a close eye on the Princess. Nothing else will happen."

Neither of them brought up his lost memories. Perhaps he would never remember that part of his past for the rest of his life, leaving it as an eternal void and regret, but it remained unspoken.

They didn’t talk long, just exchanging a few simple words before Ivy decided to hang up. When she turned around, she saw Quentin standing a short distance away, looking at her with eyes full of utter devotion and indulgence.

He hadn’t come over to interrupt, nor had he stood close enough to eavesdrop. He had simply watched over her in silence, ensuring her safety while giving her space. He had handled the situation flawlessly.

Ivy put her phone away and walked over to him. "Are you done talking with Jason?"

"Yeah." Quentin reached out, wanting to wipe the corners of her eyes.

Ivy wasn’t the overly delicate type. She raised her own hand and haphazardly wiped her face. "I just called Ovillette. I don’t know about him... I..."

Quentin understood everything without her having to explain. He gently tipped her chin up, making her look directly into his eyes, and said, "I’ll take you to see him next time."

"Okay. By the way, what did Jason say to you?"

"Nothing much. He just told me to persuade you to give him what he wants."

"But I genuinely don’t know what he’s looking for! He said it was something of my mother’s. Everything Mom left behind is at my place, so I’ll have to go back and search."

She needed to go home and dig through her belongings first. If it was truly something that important, there had to be some sort of clue. But since Jason refused to specify what it was, finding it would be incredibly difficult. She even began to suspect that since Jason wanted it so badly, he might have already ransacked her apartment while she was away. When he couldn’t find it, he resorted to this extreme method to force her to hand it over.

"I’ll go with you," Quentin offered.

On their way back together, Quentin took out the Jade Pendant he had confiscated from Jason and held it in his palm.

Ivy leaned in for a closer look. "What is that?"

It looked somewhat familiar. She recalled Quentin sending her a photo of it recently. "Didn’t you ask me if I recognized this Jade Pendant before?"

"Mm. Have you seen it?" Quentin asked.

"I think you asked me this already. I feel like I saw it with Claire Sherwood a couple of times. It belongs to Claire, right? How did it end up with you?"

"It doesn’t belong to Claire. It’s mine," Quentin clarified.

"Can I see it?" Ivy held out her hand.

Quentin handed it over without a second thought. He would unconditionally give her anything, even the things that were most precious to him.

As he placed the pendant into her palm, the Buddha Beads rested gently against her wrist. Her pale, slender fingers carefully traced the edges of the jade.

Now, both of the only two relics his mother had left behind were resting right in Ivy’s hands.

Ivy was still oblivious to the deep significance the item held for Quentin. She examined it closely. It was actually quite beautiful, though the quality of the jade didn’t look top-tier and it probably wasn’t worth a fortune. But if Quentin kept it on him, it was undoubtedly very important to him.

"How come I’ve never seen it before?" she asked, genuinely curious. She felt she should have seen everything Quentin kept close by his side.

"It’s my family heirloom," Quentin replied.

Ivy chuckled. "Then you better keep it safe so you can pass it down one day."

She didn’t show an ounce of disdain for it, nor did she dislike it just because it wasn’t overly expensive. On the contrary, she held it with utmost care, terrified of accidentally damaging his precious heirloom.

She tried to hand it back, but Quentin gently pressed his hand over hers. "You keep it safe for me."

"But isn’t this your heirloom? It must mean a lot to you. I’m afraid I’ll lose it," Ivy protested, not daring to take on the responsibility.

Just safeguarding his Buddha Beads made her overly cautious—she checked her wrist every single day to make sure they were still there, far too afraid to ever take them off.