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.

of the time she lost her child, and the pain of that memory was as though someone was twisting a knife in his heart. It was

I

However, only spirits.

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

Michelle probably haven’t eaten

over already. Mrs. Thorne will be able to

a

and told her about the situation in the adjacent ward as he opened the takeaway container. Then, he spooned up some

she heard him mention her mother

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.

her head in anguish and hastily rubbed her face.

he finished speaking in a low voice, he continued to cautiously persuade her to eat. “At least have a little bit

really have no appetite,” she answered dully.

hear her voice that had 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,

that the little strength she had left had been completely depleted during her time in the ICU. She was so weak that she did not even have the energy to ball her

feed you,” he quickly said.

her lips, waiting for her to slowly swallow before scooping up another spoonful. However, she furrowed her brows, retching while struggling to suppress

the container of soup and

she said, her face awash

was hard to tell whether it was because

a tissue

want to

one was consumed by sorrow, it was impossible

persuade her 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

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

until she shook her head to indicate she did 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

wanted to check