The Villainess Needs a Hug (Ivy Windsor) novel Chapter 836

Although Jamison was a thoracic surgeon, his years of medical practice had given him a broad understanding of other specialties. When he first saw the abnormal indicators on his report, he had already suspected something was wrong. But hearing the specialists’ opinion confirmed his worst fears, extinguishing any lingering hope.

“Jamison, don’t panic yet. We need to confirm everything with further tests. Go get them done first,” said an older professor among the specialists, addressing him by his first name to offer some comfort.

Jamison composed himself and nodded. “Alright, I’ll go now.”

The old professor immediately arranged for another doctor to take Jamison for a blood draw and a CT scan.

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Ivy rubbed the brow bone above her left eye as she ate lunch. It had been twitching uncontrollably all day. Even pressing on it didn't seem to help. She wondered if something was about to happen.

She checked the stock market. The sectors she had advised Jamison to invest in were doing well. The previously strong film stocks, however, were still in a slump. She was relieved that Edmond had taken her advice and adjusted their positions, otherwise the losses would have been catastrophic.

After lunch, she planned to spend some time at the library. Several major companies were holding a recruitment fair on campus that afternoon. Although she wasn't worried about finding a job, she wanted to check it out and see what was on offer.

On her way to the library, she pulled out her phone, a little puzzled. Why hadn't Jamison called her today? He usually called her after his work at Pinevale, on his way back to the hospital. He had a habit of calling whenever he had a spare moment, even if it was just to hear her voice.

But today, there was nothing.

Feeling a little uneasy, she decided to call him.

At that moment, Jamison had just had his blood drawn and was pressing a cotton ball to the injection site. When his phone rang, he knew from the ringtone it was Ivy, but he couldn't answer.

When the call went unanswered, Ivy frowned and gave up. “Is he too busy to even eat lunch?” she muttered to herself as she walked toward the library.

Just as she found a seat, a WhatsApp message came through.

[Why did you call? I’m still busy.]

Seeing his reply, Ivy pouted and typed back: *I know, Mr. Busy!*

Her left brow bone twitched again. She pressed on the spot with one hand while typing with the other.

[My left eye has been twitching all day. It’s so weird. I have a bad feeling about something.]

“Did you pick up your physical report?” she asked directly.

From his office, Jamison immediately understood. “You’re at the hospital?”

“Yes. I was afraid you’d be too busy to get it, so I came to pick it up myself—but they said you got it at noon.”

Jamison was relieved that the hospital staff had respected his privacy. He didn't know how he would have explained the situation otherwise.

“Yes, I got it. Everything’s fine,” he lied calmly. He hadn't told anyone about the re-examination results, except for the few senior professors in hepatobiliary surgery who knew about the cancer suspicion.

“I’m coming to find you,” Ivy said and hung up.

Jamison, who had been about to leave for his rounds, immediately turned back to his desk. He took out the report, pulled out two pages, and shredded them. There was no time to replace them now; he could only hope Ivy wouldn't notice they were missing.

Soon, Ivy appeared at his office door, knocking before she entered.