His Beloved Ex-Wife

The Charming Ex–Wife

Chapter 631 I Am Here By Your Side

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

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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.

Seeing 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 his heart. It was unbearable.

by time can heal the pain of losing a loved one. All I can do is take care of her family until she regains her

However, only spirits.

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

My m

and Michelle probably haven’t eaten anything yet,

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deliver some over already. Mrs. Thorne will be able to eat when she

gave a slight

ward as he opened the takeaway container. Then, he spooned

mouth

spark in her gaze when she heard him mention her mother and

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.

head in anguish and

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

appetite,” she

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

showing some movement. She attempted to lift her hand to take the spoon but found that the little strength she had left had been completely depleted during her time in

I’ll feed you,” he quickly said.

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

soup and rushed to pat

her face awash

because of her grief or from the retching.

he murmured, using a tissue to wipe her

to eat

one was consumed by sorrow, it was impossible for them

any appetite.

not 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

fluttered slightly. At the thought of everything she had to attend to after this, she finally forced herself to take a sip of

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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,

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

Then, she bent over and