The Charming Ex-Wife

Chapter 631 I Am Here By Your Side

The cries within the ward grew louder, piercing and heart–wrenching.

Snapping back to reality, Lysander saw her father, who was covered with a white sheet, being wheeled away by the nurses.

She realized she was no longer the little girl her father used to send to school while walking hand in hand. Tears streaming down her face, she ran forward, growing taller and older with each stride until she finally morphed into her current self.

“Dad, don’t leave. Wait for me…

This time, Maverick did not look back like he used to when dropping her off at school. The darkness around her gradually engulfed her.

“Lysander! Wake up!” Another familiar voice roused her from the nightmare.

She slowly opened her eyes and met Josiah’s concerned gaze. He must have been watching over her for quite some time. Even his lips had become pale and dry.

“Where’s my dad? Josiah, where is he?” she asked anxiously, clutching his arm.

Understanding her distress, he replied gently, “Calm down and listen to me. Your father passed away peacefully without any pain. He even had a smile on his face.”

Is he truly gone? She gripped the blanket beneath her as hot tears slid down from the corners of her eyes, unable to utter another word.

He stayed by her side until she had calmed down before beginning to recount the events that had transpired after she lost consciousness.

“After you passed out, Mrs. Thorne also soon fainted from crying too hard. She hasn’t woken up yet. Michelle is devastated, but she’s staying strong and is currently with her in the ward next door. As for Mr. Thorne’s funeral arrangements… The hospital contacted the funeral home but I asked them to hold things off for now, so the cremation hasn’t taken place yet. Do you want to…”

He wanted to ask whether she intended to visit Laura first or go to the morgue to take one last look at Maverick. The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he found himself unable to say anything. Both of these options are just too cruel.

She was no longer crying and merely nodded numbly instead. Regardless of what he said to her next, she had no intention of responding.

that reminded him of the time she lost her child, and the pain of that memory was as though someone was twisting a knife in

of losing a loved one. All I can do is

However, only spirits.

late already, and you barely touched your dinner. If you keep this up, you won’t be able to hold

haven’t eaten

deliver some over already. Mrs. Thorne will be able

gave a slight

he opened the takeaway container. Then, he spooned up some soup

gaze when she heard him mention her mother

claims she has cried enough for the day and that her tears have nearly run dry, so she’s not going to cry anymore. Even if it’s only to take good care of Mrs. Thome, she forced herself to have some soup. She has grown up a

her head in anguish and hastily

low voice, he continued to cautiously persuade her to

really have no appetite,” she answered dully.

been reduced to a hoarse whisper from all her crying. “If Mr. Thorne were looking down on us from heaven, he surely wouldn’t want to see you like this. Even if it’s just so he can rest at ease, you must take good care of yourself.”

lift her hand to take the spoon but found that the little strength she had left had been completely depleted during her time in the ICU. She was so weak

feed you,” he quickly

slowly swallow before scooping up another spoonful. However, she furrowed her brows, retching while

down the container of soup

said, her face

whether it was because of her grief or from

murmured, using a tissue to wipe her face.

don’t want to eat anymore.”

consumed by sorrow, it was impossible for them to have any

to drink the soup anymore. Instead, he set down the takeaway container, picked up the thermos flask he had prepared earlier to pour her a cup of warm water, then held it out to her. “All right. You don’t have to eat for now if

At the thought of everything she had to attend to after this, she finally forced herself to take a sip of water from the

not want to drink anymore. He was about to place the cup back on the bedside table and coax her to sleep, but before he could even get up, she had already stood up with an expression of anguish. Not only was her gait unsteady, but she also looked so frail

Michelle next door and wanted to check on them. However, he was mid–sentence when