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.

then inquired, “What type of painkiller does he need? Or is there anything else you might need? Just

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

said, “I’ll write you a note.

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

murmured in

in front of my mother. Even now, with his illness so severe, he’s sure

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

have been a mistake in the hospital’s

time, Lysander 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

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

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. The soundproofing here

I crying?” Lysander blinked, touching her face, only to realize that despite having just washed her face, tears

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 experience this phenomenon she had only read about in

a tissue, then withdrew to the balcony to make a phone call, giving her

Lysander 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

Maverick to comfort her: “If you remain this distressed, Mr. Thorne will

to resonate with

right, I’ll get ready and change. No matter what the future holds, I need to ensure

before standing

for lunch,” he told

for its luxurious private restaurants and exceptional culinary staff, maintained an impeccable reputation as a top

preferred meals from the menu, engaging in animated discussions

afternoon. She discreetly made her way to the main hall, seeking the familiarity of her other colleagues who had arrived for