The Charming 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.

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

finally agreeing, albeit reluctantly, to go home and wait for news. Susan naturally had to accompany the two of them back, but she kept

while, only returning to Lysander’s side after they

carefully lifted and gently placed beside the

subsided, her hand had once again become icy cold. Only by holding it this way could he transfer a bit of warmth

in any other way, except for a slight flutter

the slightest movement, but he didn’t consider the possibility of her feigning sleep. He was

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

noticeable concern in Josiah’s eyes. This left the nurse, who already knew Lysander, full of doubts,

Dr. Thorne’s lousy ex–husband? He seems so gentle and

staring at him even after she had finished removing Lysander’s

nurse countered, “Are you Mr. Guerra?”

hesitation, Josiah nodded. “That’s

rounds,” the nurse began, leading the way. “She instructed me to bring you something if you’re still

only reason she paid any attention to his whereabouts this time was purely out of consideration for Lysander.

care for, so she couldn’t always keep an eye on

station, where, under her direction, he

the hospital room, this bed was much more

convey my thanks to Dr. Vale,” he requested, “and assure her that I will take good care of Lysander.”