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 planning to

of any trace of emotion, and the undertone of his words hinted at a deep–seated disdain.

room. After a glance, she replied, “It’s the same old story. You’ve blocked her path. Her only hope lies in Mr. Howard and Mdm. Molly’s continued pity for her, hoping they might grant her a bit more of their

her, drawn in by the spectacle. The door to the patient’s room was wide open, and 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

felt a surge of anger welling up inside him.

condition has just

furious roar was heard. “What are you trying to do? Leave her alone!”

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

Let go of

voice became urgent. “Mr. Guerra,

there,” ordered Josiah in a chilling tone.

“Okay!”

a few bodyguards and instructed them to escort Lysanne

so loud that even the security guards had been drawn over by the noise. However,

Lysanne resorted to her usual tactics. She dashed to the balcony. flung open the window, and then sat down at the edge, with more than

the verge of passing out from anger, and seeing Lysanne make such a

nurse arrived just in time to administer oxygen to her,

was anxiously 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

clutching her chest, the other trembling incessantly. Despite being on oxygen, her complexion

past actions, so much

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

guts, then watch me die! Watch my body get torn to pieces, my brains splattered all over the

on, saying so much, yet not a single tear fell from her eyes. She seemed full of life and energy as if she could keep going for half a day

a while, had a fair understanding of their household situation. Feeling indignant, she interrupted, “Ms. Thorne, please stop

together, and I’ve failed as a daughter, unable to fulfill my duties to you in life. So, let’s

not hear her, her eyes reddening to the point of

Guerra family had always been hers, but now it was all for naught. She had to