His Beloved Ex-Wife

The Charming Ex–Wife

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Through her somewhat blurred vision, Lysander managed to discern her surroundings. As she had suspected, she was back in the hospital room she had previously occupied, with two large bags of IV fluids hanging by the bedside.

It seemed that she was in a fair amount of danger this time.

Just as Lysander was about to blink her eyes to clearly see the specific name of the medicine, the door to the sickroom squeaked open, indicating someone was entering. She hadn’t yet figured out how to face them, so she simply closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Accompanied by the softest of footsteps, the visitor halted in front of the sickbed. After quietly observing her for a moment, they gently placed a hand on her forehead.

The hand was broad and warm, carrying a faint scent of dryness. It was indeed the hand of Josiah.

After carefully sensing the temperature on Lysander’s forehead for a moment, Josiah then softly spoke to the elders standing by the door, careful not to disturb Lysander’s rest. “The fever has dropped slightly, but there’s still a bit of a low–grade fever.”

Howard and the others collectively let out a sigh.

Josiah pulled back his hand, carefully tucking Lysander in under the blanket before he walked over. “Mom, why don’t you accompany Mr. and Mrs. Thorne home first? Everyone’s been having a tough time these past few days. If we continue to overexert ourselves, it won’t be good.”

Molly watched Lysander on the hospital bed with great unease. “But with Lysa in this state, I won’t be at peace even if I go back.”

Howard was also worried about his daughter, but considering his wife’s frailty and her reliance on a wheelchair, he advised, “I will check on Lysander with Josiah from time to time. Right now, our priority is to not cause any more problems for the kids. They are tired too. If you collapse again, Josiah will have to take care of you. What about Lysa then?”

The color palette of the hospital room was incredibly bland, making the face of Josiah, who stood before them, appear particularly pale. Although he had never complained about anything, he was, after all, not made of iron.

If he continued to juggle both sides like this, the next one who might end up needing an IV

probably

rip from

at Lysander, finally agreeing, albeit reluctantly, to go home and wait for news. Susan naturally had to

she took.

by the ward’s door for a while, only returning to

gently placed beside the head of

leaning over in a close yet somewhat uncomfortable position, gripping Lysander’s hand tightly. After her fever had subsided, her hand had once again become icy cold. Only by holding it this way could he transfer a

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noticeable. She didn’t react in any other way, except for a slight flutter of her

few days had been exhausting for Josiah, his mind constantly on edge. He didn’t miss even the slightest movement, but he didn’t consider the possibility of her feigning sleep. He was more concerned that she wasn’t resting well, so he got up and meticulously drew the curtains

her bed. Instead, he went directly to the nurse’s station and fetched someone to change it. When he did so, he didn’t forget to lower

whisper, saying, “She’s been very tired lately, could you please keep it down and

he spoke these words, there was a noticeable concern in Josiah’s eyes. This left the nurse, who already knew Lysander, full of doubts, wondering if she had

lousy ex–husband? He seems so gentle and considerate, it just

was staring at him even after she had finished removing Lysander’s needle. He moved toward the door

“Are you Mr.

nodded. “That’s me.”

when she was making her rounds,” the nurse began, leading the way. “She instructed me to bring you something if you’re still here in the evening. Would you mind coming with me, please?”

only reason she paid any attention to his whereabouts this time was purely out of consideration

had too many patients to care for, so she couldn’t always keep an

the nurse’s station, where, under her direction,

the creaky and unstable patient’s bed in the hospital room, this bed was much

he requested, “and assure her that I will take good care of Lysander.”

sickbed until late into

on it, showing no intention of lying down. He was afraid that if he accidentally fell asleep, he wouldn’t know

on strongly and signs of dehydration were already evident. Once she regained consciousness, it was crucial to promptly replenish her

table, there was a thermos filled with banana oatmeal, and a flask on the

just waiting for