The Charming 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.

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

her way of managing Maverick’s condition, who

limitations. She managed a faint smile and said, “I’ll write you a note.

properties, yet she couldn’t afford to be concerned about that

Josiah murmured in acknowledgment.

my father is an incredibly stoic man. He never complains about pain, fatigue, or difficulty in front of my mother. Even now, with his illness

their bodies frail and emaciated, it was difficult for her to

been a mistake in the

error on the part of the doctors at Central Hospital, yet she knew she could not ignore her father’s palpable symptoms. With a

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

her and alleviate 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 is quite good–you shouldn’t keep

that despite

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

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

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 all set. We have the two spa pools behind the hotel reserved for our

best state to enjoy herself, but he still brought up Maverick to comfort her: “If you remain this

to resonate with

a deep breath, Lysander gathered herself and responded, “All right, I’ll get ready and change. No matter what the future holds, I need to ensure

her revived spirit before standing to leave. “I’ll

to collect you for lunch,” he told her. inform Mr. and Mrs. Thorne first, and then

renowned for its luxurious private restaurants and exceptional culinary staff, maintained an impeccable

dining room, a vibrant group eagerly selected their preferred meals from the menu,

plans for the afternoon. She discreetly