The Villainess Needs a Hug (Ivy Windsor) novel Chapter 800

Jamison nodded in understanding. “Looks like our rich lady has set her sights on a new target. Honestly, I’ve always suspected she didn’t marry Baillie out of love. Most likely, she was already pregnant and needed a father for her child—and Baillie was easy enough to manipulate.”

After all, back then, it was obvious to everyone that Baillie was desperate for money.

For the right price, he would say and do anything to please her. She just took advantage of that.

Ivy had considered the same thing, but it didn’t concern her, nor did it interest her. She let the thought go almost as soon as it came.

“Tomorrow’s Adkins’ funeral, and Baillie’s wife is out wining and dining some young stud. If word gets out, the Windsor family will be the talk of the town—again.” Jamison said this as he poured his wife a cup of tea, ending with a sigh and a wry smile.

Ivy frowned. “Edmond wants to back out of the Windsor Group project. He asked for my opinion, and I told him there’s still a slim chance, but if Baillie’s marriage blows up too…”

She trailed off, but Jamison set down the teapot and finished her thought. “Then it’s over. The Windsor Group will go under, drown in debt, and won’t survive to see any restructuring.”

“Exactly.”

Ivy didn’t feel sorry for Baillie; she just thought that, after two deaths, the Windsor family had suffered enough. The rest of them deserved a chance to live on.

If Baillie’s marriage collapsed and the company went bankrupt, she doubted that pampered golden boy could handle it. He’d never faced a real hardship in his life—how could he possibly survive such a blow?

She didn’t want to hear about another tragedy.

But as for Baillie’s wife and her new boy toy, Ivy couldn’t and wouldn’t interfere. She just pretended not to notice and hoped Baillie would find his own way out.

When they finished dinner and got up to leave, Ivy glanced back at their table. The rich lady and her young man were already gone.

She wondered if the woman had gone home—or if she’d taken her new friend somewhere more private.

“Do you believe in karma?” Ivy asked suddenly as she slid into the car.

Jamison took her hand, looking at her. “Are you talking about the Windsors?”

She nodded and sighed. “Ever since I came back, the Windsor family has been falling apart. No one expected it to happen so fast—two deaths in just a few months.”

It was true that Ivy had come back seeking a bit of payback, but she’d never set out to destroy the family entirely, and she certainly hadn’t meant to take anyone’s life—not even Emma’s.

Yet here they were, gone so quickly and so strangely.

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