Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 777

Dean stood in the doorway, tall and sharp in a perfectly tailored suit. He cradled an armful of white lilies, the flowers’ clean scent mingling with his cool, distant vibe. Somehow, his presence seemed to make the whole hospital room go quiet.

He walked in, his deep gaze pausing on Emmy for just a second before settling on Ivy, who was still in bed. Dean offered the bouquet to the nurse nearby, his voice low. “Ivy, congratulations on your recovery. If you need anything, just let me know.”

He slipped a gold-embossed business card from his inside pocket and handed it to Jim. Jim took it automatically, but when he looked down at the card, his hands started to shake.

“Mr… Mr. Sparrow… You’re the Mr. Sparrow from Sparrow Group?”

Dean just nodded, not saying anything else.

Ivy let out a long sigh. “Mr. Sparrow, thank you for coming all this way to see an old lady like me. But we all have to look forward. You really are outstanding—ambitious, capable—but you’re just not the right fit for our Miss Emmy. Letting go is better for everyone. Find a nice girl who suits you. Settle down and live a peaceful life.”

Dean’s eyes flickered with something dark, but his face stayed unreadable. He nodded once in response.

Emmy chatted with Ivy for a few more minutes before Jim gently reminded her, “Mom, the car is waiting downstairs.” He moved forward and carefully lifted Ivy into a wheelchair, pushing her toward the exit. Emmy followed them all the way to the hospital’s main entrance.

A cool spring breeze played with her hair as they stepped outside. Before getting in the car, Ivy grabbed Emmy’s hand tight.

“Miss, work can always wait. Nothing matters more than you and the babies. Eat on time, don’t stay up late, get some exercise… Most important of all, be happy. If you’re happy, the little ones inside you will be happy too.”

Emmy felt her eyes sting. She nodded, voice thick with emotion. “I know, Ivy. You take care of yourself too.”

She watched the car pull away and only looked back when it disappeared into traffic, her eyes still a little red.

Dean came to stand beside her. “Want to grab some lunch?”

Emmy blinked away the tears and looked at him. Something shifted in her mind, quick and quiet. She nodded. “Alright.”

She climbed into her own car. Micah, her driver, glanced at the black Maybach ahead. Emmy gave a quick nod, and he followed.

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