His Beloved Ex-Wife

Chapter 618 A Favor From Lady Luck

Josiah, with a hint of hesitation in his voice, expressed, “You don’t always need to be strong. Should you find yourself distressed, it’s perfectly acceptable to allow yourself more time to heal.”

Lysander, already ascending the stairs with a steady and resolute tone, replied without glancing back, “Had I not been sufficiently strong. I would have succumbed to grief after losing the baby previously. Besides, Michelle is still so young, and my mother, she’s such a compassionate woman. What would become of them if 1 faltered?”

“You could’ve…” Josiah started, hoping to convey that she could still depend on him. Yet, as the words approached the brink of utterance, he found himself unable to articulate them.

Maverick, deeply worried about his daughter’s well–being, harbored the desire to find an appropriate partner for Lysander. However, he could not possibly seize upon the current delicate situation to discuss such matters with her.

Following her silently, Josiah accompanied Lysander back to her room as she battled with her grief.

Upon entering. Lysander promptly went to the bathroom, splashed her face with cold water, and inspected her reflection to ensure no tears were visible. Facing Josiah, who bore a look of concern, she inquired, “You mentioned earlier about the arrangement of the medical worker at the spa resort, is that indeed the case?”

Josiah nodded affirmatively, explaining, “Yes, within the hospitality sector, incidents involving guests occur annually. It’s a standard protocol for resorts, especially those remote from urban centers like ours, to be

equipped with medical services. Given Mr. Thorne’s health, I took the precution of ensuring these

arrangements before our arrival.”

Rarely did Lysander ask favors of Josiah. At this moment, struggling internally, she reluctantly asked.

Could you possibly obtain some painkillers from the doctor? Then, maybe just suggest it was your idea to give them to my dad?”

What Maverick didn’t want her to know, she would bear it bravely, even if it meant concealing her knowledge behind a stoic facade. She had no choice but to entrust this task to Josiah.

“What type of painkiller does he need? Or is there anything else you might need? Just list them, and I’ll discreetly deliver

expertise, presuming Lysander’s request was her way of managing Maverick’s condition, who was averse to seeking medical attention.

was acutely aware of her limitations. She managed a faint smile and said, “I’ll write you a note. If they require

sedative properties, yet she couldn’t afford

murmured in

with his illness so severe, he’s sure to endure

the hospital, their bodies frail and emaciated, it was difficult for her to sunriste euch an imone with her father who had

have been a mistake in the

hoped for an error on the part of the doctors at Central Hospital, yet she knew she could not ignore her father’s palpable symptoms. With a look of uncertainty, she again turned to Josiah, “Could you take care of this? If not, I’ll need to

expressed by Maverick when they discussed this topic. The latter had already been enduring the torment of his

on her checks softened his approach, “Don’t worry about the prescription, I’ll

only to realize that despite having just washed

an individual reaches a pinnacle of sorrow, the brain instinctively shields itself from the full intensity of those emotions as a

the balcony to make a phone

though her complexion was still noticeably pale. He sat beside her on the couch, adopting the gentlest tone he could, “The painkillers are taken care of, and

to enjoy herself, but he still brought up Maverick to comfort her: “If you remain this distressed, Mr. Thorne will definitely notice. He cares

resonate with

a deep breath, Lysander gathered herself and responded, “All right, I’ll get ready and change. No matter what the future holds, I need to ensure a

revived spirit before standing to

to collect you for lunch,” he told her. inform Mr. and Mrs. Thorne

renowned for its luxurious private restaurants and exceptional

confines of a private dining room, a vibrant group eagerly selected their preferred meals

Skylar, still feeling awkward about mingling with her employer, decided to excuse herself after overhearing the plans for the afternoon. She discreetly made her way to the main hall, seeking the familiarity of her other colleagues