His Beloved Ex-Wife

Chapter 407 Separate Ways

Eleanor hurried over, and soon, her joyous voice could be heard. “Mr. Guerra! You’re back! Come, the food has just been served. Let me get you a set of utensils!”

Josiah crossed the living room. Lysander, keeping her gaze lowered, could still sense his eyes on her.

However, they didn’t stay on her for too long.

“Mom, are you feeling better now?” asked Josiah.

“I’m fine,” Susan gestured to the spot next to her. “Have you eaten?”

“Not yet.

“That’s perfect. Come sit down and let’s eat together.”

Josiah pulled out a chair and sat down on the other side of Susan, perfectly facing Lysander.

However, neither of them said a word to each other.

Susan explained. “Lysander came to visit me today, so she stayed to have dinner with me.”

Josiah didn’t even lift his head. He simply hummed in acknowledgment. “Mom, after dinner, could you ask Eleanor to pack your things? I’ve bought you a new house. You’ll be moving there soon.

Susan was somewhat taken aback. “Why is that?”

“Houses made of wood are quite prone to catching fire in the winter, making them somewhat unsafe. Moreover, the Thome manor next door also needs to carry out some repairs, which will inevitably cause a considerable amount of noise during the construction. Given that you already have trouble sleeping, it might be best to find another place to stay.”

After hearing that, Susan found it reasonable and asked, “Where am I moving to, then?”

“At my area. I bought the house next door as well.”

“Your apartment?”

“Yes. It may not be that large, but it’s sufficient for you, Eleanor, and the chef to live in.”

Susan glanced at Lysander, letting out a soft chuckle. “That works, too. After you finish work, you can come home for dinner.”

“Okay.”

When a mother and her child were having a discussion, it was not appropriate for outsiders to be present.

Thus, Lysander said, “Madam Susan, I’ve finished eating. It’s time for me to head to the hospital for my shift change. Thank you for your hospitality. After I consult with the cardiologist, I will send you the dosage. From then on, you can take your medicine according to the new dosage.”

Susan stood up. “You haven’t eaten much, though. Why don’t you have a little more?”

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Josiah, could you give Lysander a ride? It’s hard to

“It’s quite easy to get around. Calling Uber is very

still insisted.

a napkin, then slowly rose

need.” Lysander swiftly departed from

due to its remote location. It was only after she

journey was quite long. The system alerted her

small path outside the mansion, strolling leisurely

that time, Michelle gave her

must have heard from their parents that Lysander had returned to the country. As such, she was thrilled at the thought of seeing Lysander and

to check where the Uber driver was. However, despite refreshing several

two large words:

frowned as she dialed the number of the Uber driver. The driver on the other end sounded somewhat apologetic. “Your location is just too far away. The distance I have to cover without a fare is too much. I have to consider my costs, you see. Just then. I got a closer request and I

sorry.”

earlier, I could have offered more money”

already gone far away now. I’m sorry.”

Lysander had to

the tip to fifty,

Beep! Beep!

a car behind her

down, revealing the side profile of Josiah. “Couldn’t

almost here,” replied

gaze was indifferent. “I’ll be leaving first

“Okay.”

Pradually rose

mared and it quickly

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for a while, Lysander finally managed to hail a cab when she reached the intersection.

arrived at the hospital, she first visited the cardiology

asked, “Mr. Guerra left just a few minutes after you did.

left in a

and hoping he could make it in time to drive you to your destination.”

me thank Madam Susan.”

the ward, Daphne and

was still feeding Molly while Daphne was engaged in a conversation with

her approach, Howard was filled with joy. “You’re

by Madam Susan’s place this morning. She’s doing pretty well,” responded

your two friends. Priscilla has been bringing soup every day, and Daphne has been

dismissively. “I’m not as meticulous as Priscilla. I wouldn’t be of much