Healing my disabled husband novel Chapter 817

Chapter 817 We're All The Same

Upon hearing this, Damion put away his phone and looked down at Ivy. "There's no problem with you wanting to go to the best university. Don't apologize for it. I'm happy to see you make that choice, understand?" Ivy nodded, but she still lacked confidence.

She didn't know how Damion would view her decision or if he would think she was just using him. Even though they had talked about it before, when a better option came along, she didn't think twice and made the decision without considering his feelings.

Damion could tell what was on Ivy's mind and reached out to rub her head gently. "I'll be happy watching you soar higher and higher. Don't limit yourself." Ivy nodded absentmindedly before suddenly saying, "It's like a kite, isn't it? No matter how high I fly, the string is still in your hands."

Damion chuckled at this unexpected analogy but realized that people usually looked at things from their own perspective first. Most people wanted to be the one holding onto the kite string themselves.

However, from Ivy's expression, he could tell that if he were holding onto that string instead of her doing so herself, then she wouldn't mind at all.

"But," Damion continued seriously, "if you ever want to fly away on your own, then I'll cut the string." This statement left Ivy feeling conflicted as she struggled with mixed emotions towards Damion's generosity which made her feel unhappy rather than pleased about his offer of support for her dreams.

He was able to let her go so easily, which meant one thing: she wasn't important to him. She could leave at any time and he wouldn't try to stop her. Even if she did leave, he wouldn't have any thoughts about it. This was a fatal blow for Ivy. The more she thought about it, the sadder she became.

Ivy tried hard not to show her emotions. It would be too embarrassing for her if she did. "I understand," she said finally, "if that day ever comes, I'll definitely let you know."

Despite Ivy's efforts to suppress her emotions, they were still difficult to conceal. She felt very sad - really very sad - about Damion's words.

Damion's words had hit Ivy hard and made her voice tremble with emotion.

Suddenly standing up from the couch, Ivy said abruptly, "Damion, I need to use the restroom."

Damion frowned but before he could say anything, Casey spoke up from the opposite couch, "It's over there."

Casey pointed in a direction for Ivy and told her where it was so that she could go by herself.

She thanked Casey gratefully as she headed off towards the restroom without looking back once.

Damion's gaze had been fixed on Ivy's back until she closed the door, cutting off his view. He then turned to look at Casey.

"What do you want me to do?" Casey said. "The poor girl is about to cry. Don't you think she deserves a chance to let it out? You're being stingy."

"You know that's not what I meant," Damion replied. "If I don't talk to her and clear things up, she'll be left with these emotions and who knows where her thoughts will lead her."

Casey tossed her phone aside and leaned forward, looking seriously at Damion. "Damion, I'm asking you seriously now: Do you like this girl?"

Damion didn't answer the question.

In fact, he couldn't answer it himself.