The Villainess Needs a Hug (Ivy Windsor) novel Chapter 957

Reluctant to leave her husband behind, Ivy emerged with slightly reddened eyes. Seeing her mother-in-law in such a state, she was instantly overwhelmed with emotion, and her tears began to fall freely.

"Adela, your health isn't great, and the weather is too hot for you to be traveling back and forth. I'm completely fine; the doctors all say my recovery is going very well," Ivy reassured her, basking in the family's warmth.

Adela kept a firm grip on Ivy's hand. "I'm fine too. I was just too anxious sitting at home. I needed to see you with my own eyes to feel at ease."

"Adela, let's head to the room first so we can sit down and talk properly," Davina suggested gently, supporting the older woman's arm.

The entire group escorted Ivy back to her ward.

Knowing she was transferring out of the ICU today, the room had been meticulously prepared.

Vases were filled with her favorite tulips, fresh and vibrant fruit baskets sat on the tables, and there were even nutritious restorative broths specially delivered from the Ludwig Mansion.

Ivy was thoroughly pampered by the Ludwigs.

Even though Jamison was bedridden and couldn't care for his wife himself, his family stepped up to ensure every single one of her needs was perfectly met.

Before the nurse had even finished getting her settled, Thad opened the door, leading the kids inside.

Floyd and Denis hadn't seen their mother in days and had missed her terribly. The moment they entered, they practically tripped over themselves, shouting, "Mom! Mom!"

Worried the boys would tackle her without realizing her condition, Davina quickly intercepted them, grabbing one with each hand.

"Mom's wound hasn't healed yet, so let's not get too close, okay? We can just stand right here and talk to her," Davina reminded them softly.

Floyd asked, "Mom, why do you have a wound? Who hurt you? I'll go get revenge for you!"

Denis retorted, "All you do is brag! You're just a little kid, how are you gonna get revenge? Mom, does your wound hurt? I can blow on it to make it better!"

Floyd shot back, "You're being so childish. Blowing on it doesn't stop the pain. Do you think Mom is a three-year-old like you?"

Denis argued, "Blowing on it does stop the pain!"

"Does not!"

"Does too!"

The two affectionate brothers were instantly at each other's throats.

In the past, hearing the kids bicker would have given Ivy a massive headache.

But right now, the noise sounded exceptionally melodic to her. She watched them bicker with absolute fascination, completely entertained.

When people are riding high and everything is going smoothly, they unconsciously demand more and expect better.

But the moment they encounter a brutal setback—especially one involving life and death—all those expectations instantly plummet, leaving only the simplest, most fundamental desires.

To be healthy. To be alive. That was enough.

Coming out of the ICU and seeing her two energetic sons squabbling so vibrantly washed away the dark cloud that had been hanging over her for days.

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