His Beloved Ex-Wife

Chapter 492 The Bite Mark On Josiah

Having somewhat understood Lysander’s encouragement, Tiffany took the initiative to speak to Josiah, who had been silent for a while. “Jose, you should go back and handle your work first. I’ll take good care of Lysa here.”

Josiah didn’t take it seriously as he assumed it was just a polite remark taught by Dillon. “Do you know how to take care of a patient?” Josiah asked.

“I know! I also know how to get food, fetch water…”

Tiffany froze after listing just two tasks. She instinctively glanced at Lysander for help.

Josiah calmly continued, “You’ll also have to take the patient’s temperature, monitor the IV drip, and when the doctors and nurses arrive, it’s your job to press the call button. It’s pretty tedious. I appreciate your father’s good intentions, but I’d feel more at case staying here myself.”

Tiffany listened earnestly. Her initial confidence vanished, but she asked, “But Jose, you’re a man. Isn’t it inconvenient for you to take care of Lysa?”

Josiah was speechless.

Lysander quickly chimed in. “Absolutely, Mr. Guerra. Ms. Lanister is right. I’m very grateful you brought me to the hospital despite your busy schedule. I won’t take up any more of your time. I can manage on my

own.”

Josiah looked at her with an amused expression.

Lysander met his gaze calmly.

Tiffany was probably the only one who didn’t grasp the current situation. She was still trying to smooth things over, saying, “Lysa, there’s no need for formalities. Jose is a kind person. Even if it were a stranger, he would take them to the hospital.”

Josiah merely replied, “I’m not exactly that free.”

Tiffany, not expecting him to contradict her so bluntly, paused before adding, “Well, when he’s busy, he doesn’t have time. But since we came together, Jose will definitely take care of you.”

At that moment, Josiah’s cell phone buzzed.

After glancing at it briefly, he hung up and casually slipped his phone into his pocket, seemingly unbothered as he watched the liquid drip from the IV bag.

Tiffany asked, “Jose, is that my dad?”

“No.” He looked up at the IV drip stand and said to Lysander, “This one’s almost empty. There’s another bag of glucose after this, but you’ll need to flush the line in between. I reckon it’ll take over an hour more.”

As he was speaking, his phone buzzed again.

With a sigh, Lysander suggested, “Mr. Guerra, you should probably take that call first.”

caller ID, his expression became serious. “I’ll be right back after

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Lysander nodded.

trouble you to look after Lysander,” Josial

“Don’t worry, Jose. I’ll take good care of Lysa.

with a slight nod, he then turned to Lysander and asked, “Is there anything else you need

her head. “No, thank you, Mr. Guerra.”

left, only Tiffany remained in the

much greater than the difference in their ages. Being in the same room made Lysander feel as if she had gone back to two years ago when

Lynn had just graduated from university, she was nothing more than a naive and clueless

intimidated by Lysander. However, it got better as they got to know each other better. Lysander eventually discovered that Lynn was actually quite the eccentric

on the grand promises she had made in front of Josiah, Tiffany strived to

I’m not hungry right now. Thanks though.”

cup and asked again, “Shall I pour you some water

not thirsty. Please, take a seat.

a joke?” Tiffany offered

“Sure.”

tell a joke when the door to the ward was pushed open again. It was

hanging at the foot of the bed and asked, “Did

departure was

had no idea if her temperature

book. The doctor flipped through it and nodded. “Yes, your temperature has stabilized, but

did tell her that she had to be hospitalized for seven more days.

once more before asking, “Is this your sister or your sister–in–law? Where’s your husband?

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her hand. “No,

you’re mistaken. The man who was here carlier isn’t Lysa’s husband. They are just acquaintances who aren’t very

across the doctor’s eyes. “If he’s not your husband, why was he wiping

Oh no.

about that

clothes and hadn’t changed into a

was also puzzled.

he just wiped my hands. Using alcohol to wipe the palms can count as a form of physical cooling.”