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.

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

of managing Maverick’s condition, who was

a faint smile and said, “I’ll write you a note. If they require a prescription over

prescription painkillers had sedative properties, yet she couldn’t afford to be concerned about that at

murmured

man. He never complains about pain, fatigue, or difficulty in front of my mother. Even now, with his illness so severe, he’s sure to endure it in silence. As his daughter, all I can do is

seen at the hospital, their bodies frail and emaciated, it was difficult for her to sunriste euch

been a mistake in the

Central Hospital, yet she knew she could not ignore her father’s palpable symptoms. With a look of

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

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. The soundproofing here is quite good–you shouldn’t keep it all bottled

blinked, touching her face, only to realize that despite

reaches a pinnacle of sorrow, the brain instinctively shields itself from the full intensity of those emotions as a self–defense mechanism. Lysander had never anticipated that she would personally

speaking, Josiah handed her a tissue, then withdrew to the balcony to make a phone call, giving her some

appeared somewhat composed, 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 you can be sure the doctor at the mansion won’t disclose anything. Also, I’ve arranged our afternoon–it’s

her: “If you remain this distressed, Mr. Thorne will definitely notice. He cares deeply for

to resonate with her.

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

her revived spirit before standing to leave.

he told her. inform Mr. and Mrs. Thorne

and exceptional

room, a vibrant group eagerly selected their preferred meals from the menu, engaging in animated discussions and enjoying each

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 who had arrived for