The Heartbreak Prescription (by Glazed Snow) novel Chapter 1122

**TITLE: My Dad Please Come 1122**

Lottie raised her chin defiantly, a gleam of triumph in her eyes. “That’s right! I’m Mr. Lowe’s woman!” she declared, her voice ringing with a mixture of pride and bravado.

Madge’s brow furrowed deeply, confusion etched across her features. “Mr. Lowe?” she echoed, her tone laced with skepticism.

The only Mr. Lowe who came to Madge’s mind was Nathan, which meant Ivy’s husband. Surely, it couldn’t be him.

With her arms crossed tightly over her chest, Madge challenged Lottie. “There are plenty of people named Lowe. How am I supposed to know which Mr. Lowe you’re talking about? If you’re so sure of yourself, just say his name.”

Juliet, eager to stir the pot, nudged Lottie forward. “Come on, Lottie! Tell them who they’re really dealing with.”

“Fine, listen up!” Lottie announced, her voice booming across the bar. “The Mr. Lowe I’m talking about is Mr. Nathan Lowe.”

Nathan Lowe?

Ivy felt her heart skip a beat, her pulse quickening. She hadn’t anticipated that it would actually be Nathan.

He came to this bar? And he was here with this shallow woman?

Ivy remained silent, her thoughts swirling in a tempest of disbelief, while Madge stood frozen in astonishment.

“Hey, it’s actually Mr. Lowe!” Madge exclaimed, the realization hitting her like a ton of bricks.

The reactions of Ivy and Madge sent a thrill of excitement through Lottie and Juliet, their faces lighting up with glee.

“Now you’re scared, aren’t you? You’d better be, because I’m Mr. Lowe’s woman!” Lottie proclaimed, her voice dripping with triumph.

Juliet chimed in, a smirk playing on her lips. “You picked the wrong person to mess with. I guess you two must have a death wish.”

Madge, unable to contain her indignation, snapped back, “Why would Mr. Lowe ever look at someone like you?” Her voice was sharp, cutting through the tension in the air.

Lottie jabbed a finger in Madge’s direction, her eyes blazing with fury. “Keep talking, and I’ll call Mr. Lowe right now! He’ll teach you a lesson you’ll never forget!”

“Quit wasting time! Pay up and apologize!” Juliet barked, her tone commanding.

Ivy’s mind raced, a whirlwind of thoughts colliding within her.

Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined encountering the woman Nathan was supposedly seeing.

Yet, confronting him was not an option just yet. She still needed to get pregnant by him.

“Save it,” Lottie insisted, her voice rising. “I want you to grovel and apologize.”

Lottie had always been the one bending to others, but making someone like Ivy grovel before her felt like the ultimate boost to her ego, a fantasy she was desperate to fulfill.

Madge, fueled by indignation, stepped forward like a firecracker ready to explode. “Hey, who do you think you are? Even if Mr. Lowe were standing here, he wouldn’t make Ivy grovel for you!”

“Who do you think you are? How dare you talk back to me!” Lottie shot back, her voice laced with venom.

Juliet, not to be outdone, grabbed Madge’s shirt, her eyes blazing with fury. “Yeah, how dare you bully Mr. Lowe’s woman!”

Madge was not one to back down easily. In one swift motion, she grabbed a fistful of Juliet’s long hair. “You harassed Ivy first!” she retorted, her voice fierce.

“My hair!” Juliet screamed, her voice rising in panic.

Lottie sprang into action. “Let go of her!” she shouted, her own anger flaring.

Seeing Lottie join the fray, Madge used her free hand to seize Lottie’s hair as well.

“You shameless homewrecker! I’ll beat the hell out of both of you for Ms. Ivy today!” she declared, her determination unwavering amidst the chaos.