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When I was about to leave, I met Ivy's mother again. She handed me a card and said with a guilty look on her face: "You are a good child, but Ivy Garcia is not worthy of you. After this incident, she should have understood."

This time I didn't refuse. After thanking Ivy's mother, I dragged my suitcase and got into the car she prepared for me. I chose to live in a different place and rented a small house in the neighboring city.

I bought some ingredients for baking cakes, and after completing the relevant formalities, I started to try making them. Business is pretty good. There are several companies nearby, and white-collar workers come here in groups to drink coffee and eat cakes after work.