Transmigrated: I Became My Nemesis's Woman novel Chapter 168

Chapter 168: Adorable little potato

Logan arrived at the hospital only minutes after receiving the call from the medical staff.

The moment he pushed open the door and saw Hailey sitting upright in bed, the tension in his body melted away.

"Hailey."

At the sound of his voice, she looked up and offered him a weak smile.

"Logan."

Without a second thought, he crossed the room and wrapped her in a tight embrace, holding her as though letting go would make her disappear.

Watching the scene unfold, Ivy’s brows knitted together.

So this is Logan Mortini...

Hailey was caught off guard by the intensity of the hug. Noticing Ivy still standing nearby, she felt a little embarrassed.

"Logan," she whispered softly, patting his shoulder. "I’m okay."

Reluctantly, he pulled back, though his hands remained on her arms as if reassuring himself that she was truly fine.

She smiled awkwardly.

She had known the moment the hospital informed him about her collapse, he would rush over without a second thought.

Maybe I shouldn’t have asked them to call him, she thought guiltily.

After all, she had insisted on going out alone despite Logan offering to accompany her.

The couple had only been in the country for a few days, desperately searching for a miracle that could save her. But after Dr. Merik delivered his grim prognosis, much of Hailey’s hope had faded.

Rather than spend her remaining time confined to a hotel room, she wanted to make memories with Logan and enjoy every day she had left.

Unfortunately, she had overestimated her own strength.

Skipping meals and pushing herself too hard had finally caught up with her.

"What happened?" Logan asked anxiously, studying her face. "Are you feeling dizzy? Are you in pain? Should I call the doctor back?"

He reached toward the call button, but Hailey gently caught his wrist.

"I’m alright," she assured him with a reassuring smile. "Please don’t worry."

Then she glanced toward Ivy.

Following her gaze, Logan finally realized they weren’t alone.

Hailey smiled warmly.

"This is the woman who helped me after I collapsed. If it weren’t for her, I don’t know what would have happened."

She turned to Ivy, only then realizing they had never exchanged names.

"I’m sorry... I never asked."

"My name is Ivy," she replied with a polite nod.

Hailey repeated it with a smile.

"Logan, this is Ivy."

He turned to face her and inclined his head apologetically.

"My apologies. I was so focused on Hailey that I didn’t even notice anyone else in the room."

Then, sincerely, he added, "Thank you, Miss Ivy. I truly appreciate what you did for my wife."

"It was nothing," Ivy replied calmly. "Anyone in my position would have done the same."

Inside, however, she couldn’t hide her surprise.

She had expected Logan Mortini to recognize her immediately. According to what she had uncovered, the original Ivy had some sort of connection with him.

Yet he looked at her with nothing but polite gratitude.

Doesn’t he remember me at all? she wondered, carefully studying his expression while keeping her own perfectly composed.

For a few moments, silence settled over the room.

Logan remained by Hailey’s bedside, his hand still wrapped around hers, while Ivy quietly observed them.

There was nothing forced about his concern. Every glance and every gesture reflected genuine love and fear of losing the woman beside him.

Finally, Logan broke the silence.

"The doctor told me you brought Hailey here yourself."

Ivy nodded.

"She collapsed at a flower shop nearby. Her pulse was weak, so my friend and I brought her to the hospital immediately."

"You made the right decision," Logan said gratefully. "Thank you."

Hailey smiled.

"I’ve already thanked her, but I don’t think once is enough."

Then she looked at Ivy with curiosity.

"What were you doing at the flower shop? Buying flowers for someone special?"

The question caught Ivy off guard.

For the briefest moment, Xander’s face flashed through her mind.

"I was looking for tulips," she admitted. "Unfortunately, they were sold out."

Hailey’s eyes brightened.

"Tulips? They’re my favorite too."

"Really?"

She nodded enthusiastically.

"Logan buys them for me whenever he can."

Logan chuckled.

"Only because she insists they’re luckier than roses."

"They are," Hailey replied with mock seriousness, earning a small smile from Ivy.

The lighthearted exchange eased the atmosphere.

Watching them, Ivy couldn’t help but notice how naturally they cared for one another. It reminded her that despite Logan’s intimidating reputation in the business world, he was simply a husband desperately trying to protect the woman he loved.

After a pause, Logan reached into his jacket and pulled out a business card.

"I know words aren’t enough," he said, handing it to her. "If you ever need anything within my power, don’t hesitate to contact me. Consider it my way of repaying your kindness."

Ivy accepted the card.

"Thank you."

As their fingers briefly brushed, Logan looked at her once more, a thoughtful expression crossing his face.

"There is something familiar about you," he murmured.

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