The Villainess Needs a Hug (Ivy Windsor) novel Chapter 661

Chapter 661

She reached out instinctively to comfort her best friend, but just then Jamison turned and raised his hand, gently stopping her.

“Ivy’s had such a hard life,” Katrina said, dabbing at her tears, her voice thick with. heartbreak. “I thought once she severed ties with the Windsor family, her bad luck. would finally end. Who could have guessed she’d have to go through this too…”

Jamison glanced at Baillie, who stood awkwardly nearby, and said pointedly. “This is all thanks to the Windsors, isn’t it?”

The two of them played off each other, while Baillie only shrank further into himself, wishing he could disappear.

After Ivy was settled into her hospital room, Jamison, determined she get the rest she needed, ushered everyone else out.

Once the room was quiet, he sat at her bedside, silently holding her hand, then slowly leaned down to rest beside her.

Even now, fear washed over him in unpredictable waves. Only by staying close to her could he find a sliver of peace.

Ivy drifted in and out of consciousness, but she could always sense Jamison nearby, and that comforted her more than anything.

The pain wracked her body in relentless spasms; she whimpered unconsciously, each sound tearing at Jamison’s heart.

That afternoon, Jamison seemed to live through every agony life had ever dealt him, all at once.

After Emma’s fall, her wounds had ruptured, causing severe damage to her spleen and liver, and she suffered massive blood loss. Even though the hospital operated on her right away, her condition remained critical.

Now she lay unconscious in the ICU.

To everyone’s surprise, Sheridan showed up the next day–wheeling himself down the hallway to see her.

All he could do was stop at the glass window and look in from a distance.

“Idiot,” he muttered under his breath, a sneer flickering across his face.

If you’ve still got a chance, you don’t throw it away on reckless revenge. Now she’d risked everything, and all it achieved was to hurt someone else just a little. If that wasn’t foolishness, what was?

As luck would have it, Rosetta had also come to visit after hearing the news.

She hadn’t expected to run into Sheridan outside the ICU, She shot him a cold, sidelong glance, then promptly ignored him.

Rosetta went to speak with the doctor. He shook his head with a weary sigh. “Her condition’s not good. There’s a very high chance she won’t make it through.”

Rosetta’s brow furrowed deeply.

No matter what had happened between them, she had raised Emma for over twenty years.

And if not for that mother and son’s scheming, Emma wouldn’t have lost her baby, her uterus, or gone mad enough to kidnap an innocent person.

A heavy guilt weighed on her.

“Doctor, I’d like to ask about her hospital bills,” Rosetta inquired.

“The costs are being covered by Professor Ludwig,” the doctor replied. “He said as long as she’s breathing, we have to keep her alive at any cost.”

After a pause, the doctor added with another sigh

“But honestly, in her state, keeping her alive with a tube is only prolonging her suffering. It might be kinder to let her go peacefully.”

Sheridan’s voice was cold and flat from the side. “Jamison’s doing this on purpose. He wants Emma kept alive at any cost–so that every single second, every breath, is misery for her.”

Rosetta turned to look at him.

She understood Jamison’s intentions too.

But she had no right to question his decision.

After all, her own husband was still ill, and his outrageously expensive treatments depended on Ivy’s support.

If she crossed them, she’d risk her husband’s life as well.

Weighing it all, she realized she had no choice but to abandon Emma.

Sheridan was silent for a moment, then abruptly asked the doctor, “I’m her fiancé.

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