The Villainess Needs a Hug (Ivy Windsor) novel Chapter 963

Grief needed to flow out for the wounds in the heart to heal.

Ivy sat up, moving in front of him, and gently cradled his face in her hands.

In the darkness, Jamison looked at his wife kneeling before him and asked hoarsely, "What is it?"

"Jamison, it's the middle of the night, and it's just the two of us. Just cry. Let it all out, and you'll feel better," she murmured, softly coaxing her husband.

Jamison didn't say a word, but he slowly tightened his arms, pulling Ivy into a deep embrace.

Ivy stayed kneeling in front of him, wrapping her arms around his head.

At first, the man tried to hold back, but eventually, he completely relaxed, burying his face into her chest.

In the dead of night, the sound of sobbing soon filled the silence—suppressed, restrained, agonizing, and entirely broken.

Ivy didn't speak. She just gently stroked the back of his neck, her own tears falling silently.

A month later, Danny passed away peacefully in his sleep. Without saying goodbye to anyone, he quietly followed in his wife's footsteps to heaven.

Honoring their parents' wishes, the Ludwig brothers arranged for a joint burial, allowing them to continue their journey together on the other side.

---

Three years later, having graduated with her Master's degree, Ivy officially embarked on her entrepreneurial journey.

Jamison remained in excellent health and had long since returned to his job at the hospital—under the strict condition that he wouldn't overwork himself, of course.

Outside of his clinical duties, he dedicated most of his time to medical education. With over a million followers on short-video platforms, he had become a bona fide celebrity doctor.

Beyond their careers, the couple was deeply committed to philanthropy. Whenever they had free time, they brought their two kids along for volunteer work to teach them responsibility and empathy.

The eight-year-old twin brothers were looking more alike every day.

Sometimes, at a quick glance, even Ivy had to stare for a solid two seconds to tell who was the older brother and who was the younger.

The sheer power of genetics was practically magic.

Despite their young age, the two boys showed an intense fascination with surgery. Besides memorizing every medical anatomy model, they even dared to "operate" on frogs from the pond.

Once, Ivy came home late from working overtime. When she turned on the living room lights and saw fake blood on the floor, it nearly scared the life out of her.

She later found out the two little rascals had turned the living room into an "operating theater" for their toys.

Jamison happened to be out of town for a medical seminar that day. Receiving a late-night call from his wife, he listened to her complain about the boys' latest stunt that had almost caused her soul to leave her body.

After hearing his wife's rant, Dr. Ludwig simply chuckled breezily. "Their hobbies are a bit unique, but it's better than slacking off and being glued to screens. Think about how many people reach their twenties and thirties without a clue what to do with their lives. They haven't even hit ten and they've already charted their course and are working toward it. That saves you a lot of worry."

"Are you saying you want them to follow in your footsteps?"

After hanging up the video call, Ivy grabbed her pajamas and went to wash up.

When she returned and was about to get into bed, she saw an unread WhatsApp message from Dr. Ludwig.

[Honey, I love you.]

Ivy instantly smiled.

She really couldn't spare the time to pick him up, but after that sweet confession, she compromised.

The next day at the office, Ivy asked her assistant to rearrange her schedule, clearing her afternoon for the following day.

But she didn't tell Jamison.

Instead, she deliberately maintained that she was too busy to make it.

Jamison claimed it was fine, but deep down, he was nursing a tiny grudge.

After all, in his wife's eyes, her husband clearly wasn't as important as her work.

At the airport, Dr. Ludwig strode out of the gate looking distinctly unapproachable. His tall, striking figure drew awe-struck glances from countless women nearby, but he didn't spare them a single glance, keeping his eyes straight ahead.

Ivy sneaked up behind him, cleared her throat, and put on an exaggerated, overly sweet voice. "Excuse me, handsome. Are you single?"