After Swapping Marriage with My Sister, I Married the CEO

At this moment, she and her boyfriend were sitting in the car on their way back, and their conversation could be heard clearly.

"You said Mr. Wells would definitely abuse your sister? Looks to me like they're as close as can be. You think the bite on her neck was from Leonard?"

"This Leonard is clearly a pervert. There is no way my sister can live a good life with him. She must be pretending."

This is Ivy's voice.

Evan chuckled, "I don't care if she's pretending. You said catching Mr. Wells abusing your sister would let us milk more money from that rich Wells woman. What now? They're clearly on the same page. I'm here paying off debts. Don't want to see me hacked up by loan sharks, do you?"

"Did I ask you to use the two million dollars to invest in such an unreliable project?" Ivy was obviously upset. "If you had done as I said and used the money to buy a house first, we could have gotten married now. Why would it end up like this?"

"That's all because of you. We agreed on five million, and you gave half to your sister. What good place can you buy with just over two million? I also want to make more money. Is there any business without risk?"

"You're blaming me now? It was your idea I fed Grandma those shrimp. If she hadn't gotten so sick, would my sister have agreed to marry Leonard? Now look at us, blowing the money and saving her life. It's costly for an old lady to recover at her age. "

"You're heartless. She's your grandmother."

Even Evan was repulsed by Ivy's cruelty.

"Me, heartless?" Ivy scoffed. "You didn't grow up in my shoes. When our parents died, it was just us sisters. Some rich family wanted to adopt one of us, but Grandma insisted we stay together.

Parents left us one house and some savings, plenty for one kid. Two's a squeeze. Grandma's stubbornness is what caused all this."

"And now you're saying this to me? Dragging a little sister and an old lady along, your parents wouldn't even let me in your house."

The recording ended with a screech of brakes. I removed my headphones, saved the recording, and handed it to the lawyer I'd already found.

The hospital had confirmed, from a blood sample taken from my ailing grandmother, that the bowl of soup Ivy had brought her was laced with shrimp—an intentional act triggering her severe allergy.