Chapter 460

He chuckled softly. “That’s exactly it. Growing up in a family like mine, I felt lost—never sure what would give my life meaning. I drifted from day to day, just going through the motions. It felt pointless.”

“So you deliberately picked something challenging?” Ivy asked.

“I guess you could say that. Naylor Wilson used to tell me medicine was impossibly hard, that being a doctor meant endless stress, so he absolutely refused to follow in his family’s footsteps—even though the Wilsons have been doctors for generations. He was determined to go his own way.”

He paused, a hint of nostalgia in his smile. “Naylor and I grew up together, practically inseparable. When his parents finally gave up hope on him, they set their sights on me. I thought, well, I had no idea what I wanted to do anyway—so why not give medicine a shot? Turns out, I was pretty talented at it.”

Ivy raised her eyes, half-skeptical. “That’s it? You just made the decision on a whim?”

He nodded. “Yeah. But honestly? It worked out. I never had to worry about money or climbing the corporate ladder. I could just focus on the medicine itself—dig deep into tough cases and really commit to the science. So, does that make me fate’s chosen one?”

Ivy hadn’t considered it from that angle before. She gazed at him, admiration shining in her eyes. “Jamison, you’re incredible.”

He smiled.

“No, really—you are! I owe you a sincere apology for all the times I underestimated you.” And for all the unkind things she’d once said about Dr. Handsome, she felt a twinge of embarrassment.

Jamison opened his eyes and looked down at his wife. “No need to apologize,” he said, grinning. “Just give me a kiss and we’ll call it even.”

She laughed, rolling her eyes, but the warmth lingered between them.

Sharing the same bed, both of them slept soundly through the night.

Before dawn, the alarm clock jolted them awake.

Jamison had to head to the hospital early for morning rounds.

He tried to coax Ivy into going back to sleep, but she insisted on getting up too. “I'll go with you to the hospital. I want to see your mom before I head back to campus—I’ve got exams this weekend.”

She’d been preparing for her securities licensing test for months; she had to pass, or it could impact her internship.

“Alright, let’s go,” he agreed.

They set off together into the still-dark morning, the roads empty and quiet.

Ten minutes later, they arrived at the hospital.

“Wait in the car for a bit,” Jamison said gently as he got out. “I’ll take care of my rounds first. When I’m done, I’ll come get you and we can go see my mom together. It’s still too early right now.”

Ivy nodded. “Okay, I’ll try to get a little more sleep.”

“Good.” He smiled, kissed her softly, left her the car keys, and slipped out.

Back in the department, Jamison’s colleagues greeted him with teasing grins, joking about how obviously in love he and his wife were.

He took it in stride, an easy smile softening his usually stern features.

Ivy, meanwhile, dozed off in the car, curled up and peaceful.

Half an hour later, a knock at the window woke her. She blinked awake to see Dr. Ludwig’s handsome face smiling at her through the glass.

She grinned and hurried to open the door. “You could’ve just called—no need to come all the way down here.”

“No need for that,” Jamison replied, holding up a bag. “I brought breakfast. Let’s eat and get some energy before we go in.” He ushered her back into the car and got in on the other side.

“Did you already eat?” Ivy asked.

“Not yet.”

“You doctors really have it tough,” Ivy said, opening the brown paper bag and giving him a sympathetic look. “Up before dawn, working late, always squeezing in meals on the run.”

He grinned. “That’s why I have to count on my wife to take good care of me.”