The Villainess Needs a Hug (Ivy Windsor) novel Chapter 955

Hanging up the phone, Davina looked at her husband and sighed. "Adela must be so relieved... relieved she didn't try to break you two up back then just because she didn't approve of Ivy. Otherwise, right now..."

Davina didn't finish the thought, but Thad understood perfectly.

If the matriarch had actually succeeded in tearing them apart years ago, Jamison would likely be counting down his final days right now...

Everything in this world had its cause and effect.

Choose kindness, and let heaven weigh the rest.

"Yeah, the whole family owes Ivy. Jamison finding her is the luckiest thing that's ever happened to him," Thad said, speaking from the heart.

He felt a profound, genuine gratitude toward Ivy as well.

Normally, when a younger brother fell ill like this, it should have been him, the older brother, donating his liver to save him.

But because of his age and physical condition, he was powerless to help even if he wanted to.

If Ivy hadn't been a perfect match and hadn't stepped up to donate half her liver without a second thought, the only thing waiting for his brother would have been death.

Ivy's act of love hadn't just saved his brother's life; it had lifted an immense burden off Thad's shoulders.

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The sky darkened as night fell.

Jamison's surgery finally came to an end.

The operating room doors pushed open, and an exhausted doctor stepped out. Thad and Davina, nearly numb from the agonizing wait, rushed forward immediately. "Director Wylde, how did it go? Is Jamison okay?"

Because the surgery had taken an hour longer than scheduled, they couldn't help but fear something had gone wrong.

Director Wylde let out a long sigh, his posture relaxing as he patted Thad's shoulder. "Don't worry. There were some complications during the procedure, but we handled them in time. Overall, the surgery was a success. The hardest part now will be the rejection phase. We just have to wait and see."

Transplants were almost always followed by rejection risks. Some patients had flawless surgeries but simply couldn't survive the body's rejection of the new organ.

And even if they survived the rejection, most required lifelong medication.

Thad and his family were well aware of all this.

Hearing that the surgery was a success was enough to make them breathe a massive sigh of relief. "Thank you, Director Wylde. You've worked so hard for us lately!"

"It's nothing, just doing my job," Director Wylde waved it off, giving a few brief instructions before heading out.

They waited a while longer before Jamison was finally wheeled out.

He looked even more pale and haggard than Ivy had when she emerged. His naturally sharp features now looked frightfully gaunt, almost skeletal.

"Jamison? Jamison?" Thad called out softly as he followed his brother's bed toward the ICU.

Ivy simply kept her head turned, watching him, tears constantly pooling and spilling over.

Once the medical staff finished settling him in, everyone filed out, leaving only the on-duty intensive care nurse.

As the room fell silent, Ivy's heart began to settle.

She comforted herself with the thought that being able to just look at him like this—even if neither of them could move—was its own kind of bliss.

*Jamison... Jamison, please get better soon. You have to get better soon.*

Time slowed to an agonizing crawl. Every passing minute and second was sheer torture.

No one knew when Jamison would wake up, nor if he would survive the rejection phase.

Inside the ICU, Ivy prayed for him.

Outside the ICU, Thad and Davina were going through their own torment.

Fortunately, perhaps hearing the desperate calls of his family and the prayers of his wife, Jamison actually woke up in the early hours of the morning.

Ivy had drifted in and out of a restless sleep, turning her head to check on him the second she opened her eyes every single time.

When she turned to look at that familiar face once more, her gaze crashed directly into his deep, predatory eyes.