The Villainess Needs a Hug (Ivy Windsor) novel Chapter 935

Boyd pressed his lips together, turning his head away to cool off. He looked genuinely offended, borderline angry. "Jamison, from the very second I heard about this, I genuinely wanted to help you. Danny and Adela were the ones insisting on a payout. I don't want it. It's not like I'm hurting for cash."

Jamison remained silent, his profile growing even sterner.

Boyd spun back around to face him. "I know exactly what you're worried about. You're terrified that the surgery will fail and that you'll have dragged me down for nothing. I've spoken to the doctors. The risk for the donor is minimal, and any side effects are temporary. You don't need to worry about me. But you—look at Ivy. Look at Floyd and Denis. They need you! There's an actual chance sitting right in front of you. You have to take it. What if it works?"

Ivy finished fixing their drinks, pouring two cups and quietly setting them on the table.

She cast a silent look at her husband before shooting Boyd a gaze brimming with absolute gratitude.

After a beat, Jamison spoke again. "What about your parents?"

"I brought it up to them, but they don't know I'm actually a match yet. I'll sit them down and have a serious talk with them tonight. But honestly, don't worry about it. My parents have always admired and appreciated you. If it weren't for you, I'd have been dead in a ditch years ago. Now that there's a chance to save your life, there's no way they'll say no!" Boyd spoke with total conviction, making it sound like the easiest thing in the world.

Jamison let out a slow, heavy exhale, staying quiet.

After a long stretch of silence, Boyd finished his drink and pushed again. "So, uncle Jamison? Have you made up your mind? When's the surgery? I need to get my schedule cleared."

Jamison stared at him for a long time before his resolve finally cemented. He relented. "Go home and ask your parents. If they give their blessing, we'll discuss the next steps."

The crushing weight on Ivy's chest vanished in an instant. Her expression softened uncontrollably, her hands trembling with sheer relief.

"Boyd, this is incredibly serious. We absolutely need your parents' approval. If they agree, then we can start prepping for surgery," Ivy said, her voice shaking with immense gratitude. "Thank you, Boyd. No matter what happens, we owe you everything!"

Flustered by her profound sincerity, Boyd stood up quickly. "Ivy, please, don't do that. Jamison saved my life. Knowing I can actually pay him back makes me happy."

"Alright, I won't say any more. We'll wait to hear from you."

"Yeah. I'm going to head out. You should get Jamison back to the hospital. His health comes first." Tossing out the parting words, Boyd turned and walked out.

Once the door clicked shut, Ivy let out a massive sigh of relief and stepped over to sit beside Jamison.

"Now do you believe me? Boyd is doing this completely voluntarily," she murmured, wrapping her hands around his, feeling infinitely lighter.

Jamison turned his gaze to his wife. They shared a long, deeply affectionate look. Moving in perfect sync, he lifted his arm, and she nestled softly into his embrace.

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