His Beloved Ex-Wife

Chapter 635 She Left

Through her somewhat blurred vision, Lysander managed to discern her surroundings. As she had suspected, she was back in the hospital room she had previously occupied, with two large bags of IV fluids hanging by the bedside.

It seemed that she was in a fair amount of danger this time.

Just as Lysander was about to blink her eyes to clearly see the specific name of the medicine, the door to the sickroom squeaked open, indicating someone was entering. She hadn’t yet figured out how to face them, so she simply closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Accompanied by the softest of footsteps, the visitor halted in front of the sickbed. After quietly observing her for a moment, they gently placed a hand on her forehead.

The hand was broad and warm, carrying a faint scent of dryness. It was indeed the hand of Josiah.

After carefully sensing the temperature on Lysander’s forehead for a moment, Josiah then softly spoke to the elders standing by the door, careful not to disturb Lysander’s rest. “The fever has dropped slightly, but there’s still a bit of a low–grade fever.”

Howard and the others collectively let out a sigh.

Josiah pulled back his hand, carefully tucking Lysander in under the blanket before he walked over. “Mom, why don’t you accompany Mr. and Mrs. Thorne home first? Everyone’s been having a tough time these past few days. If we continue to overexert ourselves, it won’t be good.”

Molly watched Lysander on the hospital bed with great unease. “But with Lysa in this state, I won’t be at peace even if I go back.”

Howard was also worried about his daughter, but considering his wife’s frailty and her reliance on a wheelchair, he advised, “I will check on Lysander with Josiah from time to time. Right now, our priority is to not cause any more problems for the kids. They are tired too. If you collapse again, Josiah will have to take care of you. What about Lysa then?”

The color palette of the hospital room was incredibly bland, making the face of Josiah, who stood before them, appear particularly pale. Although he had never complained about anything, he was, after all, not made of iron.

to juggle both sides like this, the next one who might end up needing an exhaustion

wait for news. Susan naturally had to accompany

the ward’s door for a while, only returning to Lysander’s side after they had disappeared from

carefully lifted and gently placed beside the

close yet somewhat uncomfortable position, gripping Lysander’s hand tightly. After her fever had subsided, her hand had once again become icy cold.

trembled, barely noticeable. She didn’t react in any other way, except for

the possibility of her feigning sleep. He was more concerned that

to was almost depleted, he didn’t even press the call bell by her bed. Instead, he went directly to the nurse’s station and fetched someone to change it. When he did so, he didn’t forget to lower his voice to a whisper, saying, “She’s been very tired

the nurse, who already knew Lysander, full of doubts, wondering if she

so gentle and considerate,

finished removing Lysander’s needle. He moved toward

“Are you Mr. Guerra?”

Josiah nodded. “That’s me.”

earlier when she was making her rounds,” the nurse began, leading the way. “She instructed me to bring you something if you’re still here in the evening. Would

paid any attention to

patients to care for, so she

the nurse’s station, where, under her direction, he moved a folding bed and a blanket.

bed in the hospital room, this bed was

Dr. Vale,” he requested, “and assure her that I will take good care of Lysander.” He understood why