She had once thought Ivy was pathetic, someone who endured abuse without retaliation. Even as a firm believer in feminism, Angelina had never once considered helping her.
And now, she had arrogantly believed she could infiltrate Ivy's base just by turning invisible.
Her thoughts drifted to Damien, who had suddenly vanished from the cave. Anxiety tightened her chest.
'I should've just told Ivy everything.'
She remembered how Ivy's success rate was so high that even she was stunned.
The more she thought about it, the more tempting the idea became.
'Maybe… if I tell her the truth,' Angelina thought desperately, 'I can escape this misery and find another way.'
But soon, another thought crept into her mind, cold and unwelcome.
Even if she truly wanted to confess everything, did she even have a way to contact Ivy?
She couldn't enter Ivy's base at all.
The realization made her chest feel tight. 'I really am delusional.'
