The Villainess Needs a Hug (Ivy Windsor) novel Chapter 942

Ivy already knew all of this.

But hearing her husband actually say the words caused a suffocating wave of despair to press heavily on her chest, completely stealing her breath.

"You said you didn't have a fever, but you're talking crazy again." The moment Ivy spoke, her voice broke into a hoarse whisper, her emotions instantly shattering.

"Don't cry... I'm not being pessimistic. I'm just taking responsibility for you and the kids. I really do need to arrange my affairs."

Jamison sat up, reaching out to gently wipe the tears from her face, his touch tender yet resolute.

"Tomorrow, I'm having Boyd bring a lawyer over. We're going to sign a postnuptial agreement transferring all my assets entirely to you, and then we'll go get it notarized."

Listening to him, Ivy's heart filled with regret.

She never should have agreed to Thad's plan.

This deception was making her feel incredibly guilty and uneasy.

"Is this really necessary?"

"It is. I know you don't care about the money, but it will give me peace of mind. Just do it for me, and let's get it handled tomorrow, alright?" Jamison squeezed her hand, giving it a gentle tug as if he were pleading with her.

Ivy had already been convinced by Thad and Davina, so this entire conversation with Jamison was merely a performance.

Not wanting to drag out the charade, she simply nodded. "If doing this gives you peace of mind, then let's do it."

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The next day, Boyd arrived with the lawyer.

Because he hadn't been able to donate his liver despite being a match, Boyd still couldn't look them in the eye, feeling utterly worthless.

Hearing that Jamison had called a lawyer to sign over all his assets to Ivy only deepened his guilt. He saw it as Jamison drafting his final will and preparing for the end.

"Jamison, please just pretend my mom never showed up yesterday. I really can donate. Please, just get the surgery," Boyd begged once more, unable to bear Jamison's calm, resigned approach to his own mortality.

Ivy's plan was being kept strictly under wraps to prevent anyone from accidentally letting it slip.

Seeing Boyd plead again, she knew it was impossible and didn't offer empty comfort. She simply said, "Boyd, just follow the lawyer's instructions and tally up the assets. You don't need to say anything else."

"Ivy, I..." Boyd looked absolutely miserable, his head hanging low.

"Just focus on the task at hand. Don't upset Jamison."

Having no other choice, Boyd turned back to work.

The lawyer spent half the day meticulously documenting all of Jamison's real estate, personal property, investments, funds, and bank accounts.

The agreement stipulated that Jamison would unconditionally transfer everything under his name to Ivy, while Ivy's own assets—whether acquired before or after marriage, regardless of the source—would remain solely hers.

For all intents and purposes, the agreement functioned as a will.

Ivy considered it. She had to follow the doctor's professional advice to ensure the highest success rate.

"Alright. Three days it is."

That night, Ivy stayed at the hospital with Jamison.

After video-calling the kids, they both lay down to sleep.

But Ivy found herself restless, unable to drift off.

Jamison rolled over, draping an arm around her waist. "What's wrong? What's keeping you awake?" he asked softly.

Ivy playfully deflected, "I'm just thinking about how I'm going to spend all that money..."

The man chuckled. "Money-grubber."

Ivy turned to face him in the dim light. Tracing the sharp, striking contours of his face, she suddenly said, "When you're feeling better, let's have a real wedding."

"A wedding?" Jamison asked, surprised. "I brought it up a few times before, and you always said you didn't want the hassle. Why the sudden change of heart?"

"Yeah, I changed my mind. I want to build more beautiful, happy memories with you."

Even if this surgery was a success, there was no guarantee the cancer wouldn't return.

They had been lucky once, maybe twice, but a third stroke of luck was highly unlikely.