His Beloved Ex-Wife

Chapter 33 Unmistakably Fixed On Her

As the month drew close, Lysander resumed her hospital duties following her annual leave, feeling almost fully recovered.

Her colleagues and the expectant mothers in the ward warmly welcomed her, but only Lynn was privy to the intricacies of the situation. She felt an urge to say something whenever Lysander appeared, yet hesitated and held back.

When Lysander returned from her rounds, she noticed Lynn’s flushed face-—a clear sign that she was holding back some words. She couldn’t help but chuckle and told Lynn, “Just speak your mind. There’s no need to hold back.”

Lynn asked, “Dr. Thorne, do you intend to divorce your husband?”

“Yes, just one final procedure remains. I’ll spend half an hour at the Civil Affairs Bureau to wrap it up,” Lysander replied.

Burdened with unspoken thoughts, Lynn bit her lip while anxiously gazing at Lysander. Yet, she struggled to find the right words for a moment.

Lysander offered a comforting pat on her shoulder and reassured her, “Don’t overthink it. Let’s get back

to work.”

After much consideration, Lysander decided to forgo an overseas assignment.

not to do so as the deadline approached following her miscarriage

when asked by the dean, her explanation remained straightforward, “There are a few expectant mothers whose conditions are not good, and I

intrusive. With an ambiguous wink, he remarked, “If you can’t bring yourself to leave your husband, then don’t. There’s no need to justify your choice. Everyone has to make their own decisions regarding balancing family and career. Just make the

and responded,

chosen

sudden influx of pregnant women being admitted to the hospital, which

a sense of fulfillment from its demands. Meanwhile, Lynn spent her afternoon

Lysander couldn’t help but ask Lynn, “What are you looking at?

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over and exclaimed, “Dr. Thorne, there’s something odd happening. It feels

taking it seriously, Lysander asked, “Any horror

at all,” Lynn

asked, “Have you seen anyone

but the sensation is there. I have a constant feeling of being watched. It’s just a gut feeling,

or unruly family members to

“That’s a good idea. I’ll

finished her shift, rain began to fall