The Villainess Needs a Hug (Ivy Windsor) novel Chapter 936

Ivy crouched down, gathering both boys into her arms, and continued to soothe them with gentle patience.

"Daddy is sick, and he has to stay in the hospital. If he doesn't, he's going to be in a lot of pain," she explained softly.

The boys cried even harder. "No! We don't want Daddy to hurt! We want him to be happy!"

Ivy stroked their backs. "That's exactly why. Once the doctors make him all better, he'll come home happy, and he'll be able to play with you again."

The twins gradually stopped crying. They pulled back from their mother's embrace and turned to look at Jamison.

Seeing them approach, Jamison crouched down, wrapping an arm around each of them.

"Daddy, you have to listen to the doctors and get better soon," one said.

"We promise we won't make a mess at home. You don't have to worry about us," the other chimed in.

After lecturing their father like little adults, they turned back to Ivy, their voices ringing clear. "Mommy, you have to take good care of Daddy, okay? He's our only dad. He has to be okay..."

None of the adults expected such profound words from three-year-olds.

For a moment, everyone choked up, a sudden lump forming in their throats.

"I will. Mommy will definitely take great care of him," Ivy promised.

Finally managing to pull away, the couple got into the car.

Ivy took the wheel while Jamison sat in the passenger seat.

As they drove off, the nanny stood at the estate gates, holding the two boys. They were still waving in the distance. In the passenger seat, the usually stoic Jamison found his eyes welling up. He hurriedly averted his gaze.

Ivy knew he was overwhelmed with emotion. When she stopped at a red light, she reached over to squeeze his hand, offering a lighthearted comfort. "Are you just now realizing your two little monsters are actually sweet and sensible? Regretting all the times you were so strict with them?"

Jamison let out a soft chuckle. "Anyone who takes care of them ends up strict. Try it yourself if you don't believe me."

"I'll pass. I think I'll leave that great and glorious mission to you. Besides, they only want you anyway. You're the most important person in this house!"

Jamison was left utterly speechless.

Early the next morning, the doctors finished their rounds just as breakfast arrived.

"Eat up. We've got a feast today," Ivy said, her tone dripping with playful jealousy as she set the plates out. "These two chocolate croissants were supposedly spared by your sons. They specifically told the driver to bring them just for you. Even I don't get that kind of royal treatment."

"It's alright," Ivy said politely. "He needs a lot of quiet to recover, so we've had to decline most visitors."

Seeing the breakfast on the table, May looked even more uncomfortable. "I'm interrupting your meal... Please, take your time. We can talk after."

Ivy, having already guessed the purpose of the visit, had lost her appetite entirely. She exchanged a few more pleasantries, cleared the table, and helped Jamison sit up in bed.

May sat on the sofa, opening her mouth to speak several times, only to hesitate.

Not wanting to drag out her agony, Jamison leaned back against the pillows and took the initiative. "You're here about Boyd's donor match, aren't you?"

"Ah, well..." May's face flushed with embarrassment. She twisted her hands nervously in her lap, unable to meet Jamison's eyes. After stammering for a moment, she finally nodded. "Yes. I... I heard he was a match, and that he plans to donate a portion of his liver to you."

Now that it was out in the open, May gritted her teeth. Overcome with guilt, she suddenly broke down, burying her face in her hands and sobbing hysterically.

Both Jamison and Ivy were startled by the intense reaction.

"May! What are you doing?" Ivy rushed over, gently grasping the woman's arm. "Please, try to calm down. We can talk about this."

But May refused to be consoled. "Ivy, let me finish! Jamison... our family owes you so much."