The Villainess Needs a Hug (Ivy Windsor) novel Chapter 849

Was he trying to leave her with a child to tie her down?

It dawned on her. That was why he had suddenly changed his mind a few days ago, why he was so eager to have a child. He had used his mother as an excuse, saying it was to fulfill her wish.

Jamison explained, “Even if it’s cured, the chance of recurrence is relatively high. I don’t think… I’ll be able to be with you until the very end.”

Ivy stared at him, her heart trembling with a fresh wave of pain.

“I was thinking, while my body is still up for it, we could try,” Jamison said, gauging her reaction before quickly adding, “Of course, if you think having a child would make it harder for you to remarry later, then we shouldn’t.”

“What are you talking about?” Ivy exploded, furious.

Before he could explain, she turned her back to him sharply. “I don’t want to talk to you anymore. Don’t make me kick you out to the sofa.”

*Harder to remarry?* What kind of person did he think she was? A sophisticated egoist? Her husband was still alive and fighting, and he thought she was already planning for her next one?

Jamison knew he’d said the wrong thing. He wanted to apologize but didn’t dare speak again. Instead, he shamelessly pressed closer, wrapping his arms around her from behind.

But Ivy jabbed him with her elbow.

He let out a sharp hiss of pain, which in turn startled her. She immediately turned back. Seeing him curled up, clutching his side, she panicked. She wasn't a doctor; she didn’t know the exact location of his liver. What if her elbow had hit it?

“Are you okay?” she asked, her anger evaporating into concern.

Jamison looked at her, careful not to overdo the act. He just whispered a weak, “I’m sorry,” and before she could turn away again, he pulled her into a tight embrace.

Ivy was annoyed at being so easily manipulated, but he shamelessly started kissing her, murmuring, “So, let’s have one… otherwise, I’ll have no heir.”

The word “heir” struck a vulnerable chord deep inside her, draining all her resistance. She froze for a second, then wrapped her arms around him, meeting his desperate desire with an equally fierce and sorrowful passion of her own.

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The next day, Ivy accompanied Jamison to the hospital. Though she had no medical knowledge, as his family, she needed to understand the treatment plan so she could arrange her schedule to be there for him when he needed her.

On the way, Davina called.

“I did. But they wouldn’t tell me anything. They said I had to ask you directly.”

“Then why didn’t you?”

Ivy turned to look at him, her gaze tracing the strong line of his jaw. She bit her lip. “I was afraid,” she said softly. “Afraid the answer would be more than I could handle…”

Jamison’s heart clenched, and he silently tightened his jaw. His attempt to protect her had only terrified her more. He regretted it deeply now—he should have told her the moment he found out.

They drove the rest of the way in silence. At the hospital, Ivy went with him to the oncology department.

The treatment plan had already been decided. For early-stage liver cancer, the best option was surgical resection, followed by auxiliary treatments depending on his progress. This would also be supplemented with traditional therapies to support his recovery.

Ivy listened intently. She knew the doctors in front of her were experienced experts. Even if they weren’t the absolute top in their field, they had the connections to access the most advanced treatments and bring in the best surgeons. After the meeting, she felt a great deal more at ease.

As they left the doctor’s office, Ivy laid out the plan. “We’ll go home today and pack your clothes and toiletries. You should be admitted tomorrow. The professor just said that your body is in good condition right now, and operating sooner will be better for your recovery. We shouldn’t waste any time.”

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