The Villainess Needs a Hug (Ivy Windsor) novel Chapter 938

His father spoke up on the phone, his voice heavy. "Is there really no room for negotiation? Do they think the compensation isn't enough? If it comes down to it... I'll go beg them myself."

"Dad, please don't. Even if their whole family agreed right now, Jamison wouldn't accept it. Just let it go."

After hanging up, Ivy was about to head out to pick up Jamison when her phone buzzed again.

She checked the screen. It was Boyd.

A wave of conflicting emotions washed over her. She didn't want to answer.

She knew exactly why he was calling—to explain, to apologize.

But at this point, words were useless.

Ivy couldn't help but assume the worst of human nature. Maybe Boyd hadn't wanted to do it either, but couldn't bring himself to say no, so he used his mother as the bad guy. Calling now to grovel could just be a carefully rehearsed family act.

Of course, there was also the possibility that Boyd genuinely wanted to donate, but his parents simply refused.

Regardless of the truth, it didn't change the outcome.

Ivy hesitated for a moment before muting her phone and slipping it into her pocket.

When she met her husband outside the testing room, she admitted, "Boyd called earlier. I ignored it."

Jamison looked at her, his voice low. "Are you blaming him?"

"No. I just wouldn't know what to say."

"Whatever happened, it's not his fault," Jamison replied softly. "Since you didn't answer, he's probably going to show up here."

Ivy frowned. "Should I call him back?"

Faced with the choice of an awkward phone call or an even more awkward face-to-face encounter, Ivy preferred the former.

Once they were back in the room and she had settled her husband in bed, she returned the call.

To her dismay, Boyd picked up instantly. "Ivy, I'm at the hospital. I'm heading up now. Let's talk in person."

Ivy's face scrunched up in distress.

There was no avoiding it.

Less than five minutes later, the door swung open, and Boyd burst in, completely out of breath.

"Alright, Boyd. Jamison just finished his tests and he's exhausted. He needs to rest," Ivy said gently, stepping in to manage the situation. "You should head back to work. If you really want to help us, just keep an eye on his business affairs."

Boyd stared at them, unwilling to accept defeat. He stood there rigidly for a long moment before finally saying, "Jamison... our whole family is so sorry."

"Enough. Don't say that. He spent the entire morning dealing with your mother and running tests. He's worn out. Go on," Ivy insisted softly but firmly.

Boyd lingered, practically radiating frustration, before finally turning on his heel and walking out.

Ivy watched the door close, letting out a long, heavy breath before taking a seat by the bed.

"Alright, get some sleep. I'll wake you when lunch gets here," she murmured, taking his hand in hers.

Jamison looked at her, knowing she was hurting, but all he could offer were empty words of comfort. "Don't be sad. And don't blame them. Maybe we'll get lucky and find another match."

"I know. I don't blame them, and don't worry about me. I'll be fine."

They shared a small, reassuring smile, and Jamison closed his eyes.

The hospital room fell perfectly silent. Ivy didn't move. She just sat by the bed, her eyes fixed on his face, wanting to memorize every single detail.