The Villainess Needs a Hug (Ivy Windsor) novel Chapter 368

Chapter 368

“Back to the apartment? You’re not staying in the hospital?”

“No need.”

Adela Ludwig immediately objected. “You’re seriously injured, the wound’s infected, and you’re running a fever, aren’t you? What if things get worse at home? This is your turf anyway–what’s the difference between staying here or at the apartment?” Jamison forced himself to be patient. “A hospital is a hospital, and home is home. If there’s no difference, why don’t you move in here yourself?”

He hadn’t even finished speaking when his phone rang. Glancing at the caller ID, he headed for the door without hesitation.

On the way to the hospital earlier, he’d called his personal assistant–who also happened to be his cousin, Boyd Ludwig–asking him to pick them up.

Now, seeing the call, he figured Boyd must have arrived.

Adela, having just been rebuffed by her youngest son yet again, was fuming.

“That brat! No wonder his father wanted to thrash him–he’s just-” She glared at his retreating figure, her raised hand trembling with anger.

Thad quickly tried to soothe her. “Let him go, Mom. He’s a doctor–he knows what he’s doing.”

“Knows what he’s doing and ends up like this?” Adela huffed, still clearly upset. Swallowing her annoyance, she hurried after Jamison.

Outside the ER, a sleek black Mercedes waited at the curb.

Boyd hopped out, holding the door open with a grin. “Hey, Uncle Jay, from your honeymoon already?”

nt Ivy! Back

Ivy had met Boyd before but hardly spoken to him. Hearing him call her “Aunt Ivy” felt a little surreal, and she struggled to get used to the sudden elevation in status.

Jamison just nodded and bent into the car. Before he could get in, his mother’s voice called out behind him.

Boyd turned at the sound, surprised. “Grandma, Uncle Thad! You’re here too?”

“Boyd,” Thad acknowledged with a nod, then added a reminder, “Take your uncle home and keep an eye on him for a few days. He’s injured–make sure he rests and

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stays home.”

“Uncle Jay got hurt?” Boyd stared, wide–eyed.

“I’m fine. Let’s go.” Jamison climbed into the car, his tone clipped.

Adela, her expression stern, issued instructions. “I’ll send over two housekeepers from the family estate to take care of you for the next few days.”

“No need. I have a wife,” Jamison shot back without hesitation.

“She’s a pampered rich girl–she can barely look after herself, let alone you.” Adela’s voice rose in exasperation.

Ivy, acutely aware that she couldn’t even cook, quickly offered a polite smile to her mother–in–law. “It’s fine, Mom. Go ahead and send them over.”

Jamison scowled. “I don’t like strangers in my home.”

“Then let them come during the day and leave at night.”

He fell silent, which was as good as agreement.

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