The Villainess Needs a Hug (Ivy Windsor) novel Chapter 949

After a long while, she asked in a daze, "Davina, do you think he'll ever understand?"

Davina shook her head. "I don't know. Honestly, it's an impossibly difficult choice for him. His love for you completely eclipses his own life. Even as an outsider, I'm deeply moved by it, so I can only imagine how you feel. But ironically, that same profound, burning love is exactly what's stopping you from saving him. If he loved you even a fraction less, he would have taken your liver without a second thought. Plenty of men wouldn't care if their wives lived or died as long as they got to survive."

Ivy continued to stare blankly, saying nothing.

She knew everything Davina said was the absolute truth.

Jamison loved her too much. He loved her more than his own life, which was exactly why this plan was failing.

Davina sat quietly beside her for a while. As the afternoon sun grew hotter and the temperature spiked, Davina finally stood up. "Let's head back inside. It's too hot out here, and you're going to get heatstroke. Plus, running off like this probably has him worried sick. If he comes down here looking for you, it's just going to be worse for his body."

Still harboring a grudge, Ivy muttered spitefully, "Let him worry!"

"Alright, stop saying things you don't mean. You both value each other's lives more than your own. Neither of you can actually stand to see the other worry." After offering her comfort, Davina gently pulled Ivy to her feet. "Go on, head upstairs."

"Okay, Davina. I'll go up in a minute. You and Thad should get home," Ivy replied, her tone softening as she calmed down.

"Alright, I'm heading out. Don't worry about the kids, I've got them. I'll call you if anything happens."

"Thank you, Davina."

"Anytime. We're family."

Ivy watched Davina leave and lingered outside for a few more minutes before mustering the courage to head back upstairs.

The moment she pushed open the door to the hospital room, she ran straight into her husband, who was clearly on his way out to look for her.

Their eyes met. Ivy knew perfectly well what he was doing, but she simply gave him a cold glance, broke eye contact, and walked past him.

Her food delivery had arrived.

Both of them had been fasting for nearly ten hours and were on the verge of starving. Ivy had no energy to argue with him, nor the desire to speak.

She quietly walked over to the table, opening the takeout containers to set out a hearty sandwich and a warm bowl of soup, then kept her head down and started eating.

She was genuinely starving.

No matter how angry she was, she would never punish her own body. To put it bluntly, even if she lost her husband, she still had two young boys to raise. She had to take care of herself.

Jamison stood awkwardly, watching his wife return only to completely ignore him.

He swallowed hard, words forming on the tip of his tongue several times, but looking at her icy, distant expression, he had no idea how to break the silence.

Seeing her dig into her food with an apparently massive appetite only complicated his feelings.

He was angry, helpless, heartbroken, and almost wanted to laugh.

Watching his wife devour the food without pausing for breath, then move on to sipping her soup, he let out a scoff of disbelief. This woman wasn't affected at all—her appetite was massive!

Jamison was starving too. He had been fasting since last night, easily crossing the ten-hour mark.

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