His Beloved Ex-Wife

Chapter 552 The Final Gamble

Carol spoke rather sentimentally. “Actually, you found her a long time ago.”

“Indeed,” Josiah admitted with a hint of melancholy. “I was too obsessed. I had noticed early on that Lysanne’s temperament had changed since childhood, yet I never doubted it.”

“Mr. Guerra, even though I’m your secretary, as a womarl, I can’t help but feel more sympathy for Mrs.. Guerra.”

“I understand.”

The two had been working together for many years. Without saying much, they both understood each other.

Josiah asked, “Please answer a question from a woman’s perspective for me.”

“Go ahead,” she said.

“Would you still accept me if you were Lysander?”

Carol hesitated for a moment, forcing a laugh. “Mr. Guerra, I’m not your wife. My choices don’t. necessarily align with hers.”

A chill ran through Josiah’s heart. “Okay, I understand.”

Carol heard his dejected tone and wanted to offer comfort. However, while she excelled at handling tasks, providing comfort was something she found quite challenging.

After a brief silence, she heard Josiah ask, “How are things at the hospital?”

Carol had initially planned to share the details with him, and upon hearing his request, truthfully relayed, “After you left with Mrs. Guerra, everything at Thorne Constructions and Energies was fine, except… Ms. Thorne had returned to the hospital.”

Josiah was instantly infuriated. “Is she bothering Mr. Thorne and his family again?”

“She’s here right now at Mr. Howard and Mdm. Molly’s.”

effort to suppress his rising anger. When he finally spoke, his voice had turned considerably colder. “What is she

devoid of any trace of emotion, and the undertone of

“It’s the same old story. You’ve blocked her path. Her only hope

anyone with decent hearing could pick up on the commotion coming from inside. decided to bring me home and raise me. I didn’t even have my own name, and I had to use your biological daughter’s. You never loved me. You only saw me as a replacement for your real daughter. Wasn’t

a surge of anger welling up inside him.

has just slightly improved. If she continues to

spoken than Howard’s furious roar was heard. “What are you trying to do? Leave her

my mother personally: could she truly abandon me without a care? I wanted

go of me

Guerra,

out of there,” ordered Josiah in a chilling

“Okay!”

up the phone. Instead, she immediately gathered a few bodyguards and instructed them to

Molly’s hospital room. The commotion was so loud that even the security guards had been drawn over by the noise. However, none of them dared to approach

tactics. She dashed to the balcony. flung open the window, and then sat down at the

from anger, and seeing Lysanne make such a scene caused a wave of pain to

administer oxygen to her, preventing any severe consequences.

tending to his wife by the sickbed, while also trying to persuade Lysanne to calm down. His temples were throbbing, and he spoke with a tone of

her sickbed, one hand clutching her chest, the other trembling incessantly. Despite being on oxygen, her complexion remained particularly ghastly. She managed

regretted their past actions, so much so that they couldn’t even shed

tightly grasped the window ledge, fearing she might actually fall. Her voice,

die! Watch my body get torn to pieces, my brains splattered all

eyes. She seemed full of life and energy as if she could keep going for half a

assisting Howard in taking care of Molly for a while, had a fair understanding of their household situation. Feeling indignant, she interrupted, “Ms. Thorne, please stop talking. Mdm. Molly’s condition isn’t good…”

to you in life. So, let’s go together to what lies beyond. You won’t be

hear her, her eyes reddening to the

all for naught. She had to at least secure a sum of money substantial