The Charming Ex-Wife

Chapter 552 The Final Gamble

Carol spoke rather sentimentally. “Actually, you found her a long time ago.”

“Indeed,” Josiah admitted with a hint of melancholy. “I was too obsessed. I had noticed early on that Lysanne’s temperament had changed since childhood, yet I never doubted it.”

“Mr. Guerra, even though I’m your secretary, as a womarl, I can’t help but feel more sympathy for Mrs.. Guerra.”

“I understand.”

The two had been working together for many years. Without saying much, they both understood each other.

Josiah asked, “Please answer a question from a woman’s perspective for me.”

“Go ahead,” she said.

“Would you still accept me if you were Lysander?”

Carol hesitated for a moment, forcing a laugh. “Mr. Guerra, I’m not your wife. My choices don’t. necessarily align with hers.”

A chill ran through Josiah’s heart. “Okay, I understand.”

Carol heard his dejected tone and wanted to offer comfort. However, while she excelled at handling tasks, providing comfort was something she found quite challenging.

After a brief silence, she heard Josiah ask, “How are things at the hospital?”

Carol had initially planned to share the details with him, and upon hearing his request, truthfully relayed, “After you left with Mrs. Guerra, everything at Thorne Constructions and Energies was fine, except… Ms. Thorne had returned to the hospital.”

Josiah was instantly infuriated. “Is she bothering Mr. Thorne and his family again?”

“She’s here right now at Mr. Howard and Mdm. Molly’s.”

the other end of the line, a testament to Josiah’s effort to suppress his rising anger. When he finally spoke, his voice had turned considerably colder.

trace of emotion, and the undertone

Her only hope lies in Mr. Howard and Mdm. Molly’s continued pity

anyone with decent hearing could pick up on the commotion coming from inside. decided to bring me home and raise me. I didn’t even have my own name, and I had to use your biological daughter’s. You never loved me. You only saw me as a replacement for

this, Josiah felt a surge of

think we should have someone persuade her to leave? Mdm. Molly’s condition has just slightly improved. If she continues to create such a fuss,

roar was

my mother personally: could she truly abandon me without a care? I wanted to

Let go of me

voice became urgent. “Mr. Guerra, something seems to be

out of there,” ordered Josiah in a

“Okay!”

a few

erupted in Molly’s hospital room. The commotion was so loud that even the security guards had been drawn over by the noise. However, none of

usual tactics. She dashed to the balcony. flung open the window, and then sat down at the edge, with more than half of her body leaning

anger, and seeing Lysanne make such a scene caused a wave of pain to grip

time to administer oxygen to her, preventing

spoke with a tone of utter disappointment. “If

sickbed, one hand clutching her chest, the other trembling incessantly. Despite being on oxygen, her complexion remained particularly ghastly. She managed to utter,

couple deeply regretted their past actions, so much so that

the window ledge, fearing she might actually fall. Her voice, however,

then watch me die! Watch my body get torn to pieces, my brains splattered all over the ground!”

on, saying so much, yet not a single tear fell from her eyes. She seemed full of life and energy as

of Molly for a while, had a fair understanding of their household situation. Feeling indignant, she interrupted, “Ms. Thorne, please

together, and I’ve failed as a daughter, unable to fulfill my duties to you

not hear her, her eyes reddening to

but now it was all for naught. She had to at least secure a sum of money substantial enough to guarantee a lifetime of wealth and prosperity