The Villainess Needs a Hug (Ivy Windsor) novel Chapter 272

“Oh, okay…” Katrina trailed off, but then suddenly blurted, “Does his family even approve of you two getting married? With Micah in the picture, aren’t they going to-?”

Ivy gave a faint, nonchalant smile. “Of course they disapprove. But Jamison doesn’t care, and he told me not to care either.”

Katrina shook her head in disbelief. “Dr. Ludwig really is something else! Ivy, you have to be happy–wildly, unapologetically happy!”

The two of them drove back into the city, grabbed lunch at a bistro, and only

headed home afterward.

But as soon as they stepped out of the elevator, Ivy caught sight of a figure waiting in the hallway.

“Miss Windsor. I finally managed to catch you. Apologies for dropping by

unannounced.” Carla Ludwig stood poised and impeccably dressed, a limited edition crocodile leather purse dangling from her wrist, exuding an air of affluence and authority.

Ivy’s expression darkened. She hadn’t expected to see Jamison’s sister today. Just days ago, Micah’s mother had called, demanding a meeting, which Ivy had declined. She never thought Carla would show up in person, uninvited.

Clearly, news of Jamison’s wedding plans had stirred up quite a storm in the Ludwig family. And Carla, Ivy knew, wasn’t here just as his sister–she was here as the family’s envoy. Someone like Mrs. Ludwig didn’t bother to show up unless the matter was serious.

“Katrina, why don’t you head in first? I’ll have a word with Mrs. Ludwig,” Ivy said, motioning her friend toward the door.

But Katrina wasn’t having it. She gripped her suitcase and glared protectively at Carla. “I’m staying with you,”

“It’s fine, really.” Ivy gave her a gentle shove, insisting she go inside.

Then Ivy turned, pressed the elevator button, and said coolly, “Mrs. Ludwig, let’s talk somewhere else.”

She had no intention of letting just anyone cross her threshold, least of all Carla.

Carla’s expression was composed, almost frosty, as she followed Ivy into the

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elevator.

They found a quiet corner in a café downstairs.

“Miss Windsor, these apartments aren’t exactly cheap, are they?” Carla’s tone was pointed. “I heard the penthouse here goes for, what, ten million? Maybe more. Where did you get the money to live in a place like this?” Her implication was obvious: she thought Ivy was spending her brother’s money.

Ivy just smiled. “I have my own ways of making money. I don’t owe you an explanation.”

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