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.

it right away,” Josiah promptly agreed, then inquired, “What type of painkiller does he need? Or is there anything else you might need? Just list them, and I’ll discreetly deliver them

lacked medical expertise, presuming Lysander’s request was her way of managing Maverick’s

aware of her limitations. She managed a faint smile and said, “I’ll write you a note. If they require a prescription over there, I’ll have

properties, yet she couldn’t afford to be

Josiah murmured

my father is an incredibly stoic man. He never complains about pain, fatigue, or difficulty in front of my mother. Even now, with his

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

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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,

distress expressed by Maverick when they discussed this topic. The latter

ready to reassure her and alleviate her concerns, but noticing the tear stains on her checks softened his approach, “Don’t worry about the prescription, I’ll handle it. If you’re feeling overwhelmed, it’s okay to let it out.

realize that despite having just washed her face, tears

brain instinctively shields itself from the full intensity of those emotions as a self–defense mechanism. Lysander had never anticipated that

to the balcony to make a phone

He sat beside her on the couch, adopting the gentlest tone he could, “The painkillers are taken care of, and you can be sure the doctor at the mansion won’t disclose anything. Also, I’ve arranged our afternoon–it’s all set. We have the two spa pools behind the hotel reserved

to comfort her: “If you remain this distressed, Mr. Thorne will definitely notice. He cares deeply for you and his greatest desire is to see you happy and content.”

resonate with her.

herself and responded, “All right, I’ll get ready and change. No matter what the future

noted her revived spirit before standing to

for lunch,” he told her. inform Mr. and Mrs. Thorne first, and

its luxurious private restaurants and exceptional culinary

their preferred meals from the menu, engaging in animated

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