His Beloved Ex-Wife

Chapter 729 Things Will Eventually Get Better Even so, Lysander was considerate of Josiah's pride and refrained from forcibly tugging at his trouser leg.

Josiah's expression was somewhat grim. "Forget it; it's not like you had a great impression of me anyway. I'm not afraid of it getting any worse."

Subconsciously, he rubbed his faintly bruised chin, managing a bitter smile.

He probably never looked as unsightly as he did at that moment in his entire life.

Lysander believed she knew Josiah fairly well. She was mindful of his feelings as she gently said, "It seems like you've hurt your bone."

As her words fell, he no longer cared about how he looked.

His bone injury was not just a temporary affliction and appeared to be permanent. No wonder he was in such pain when he walked.

Lysander stood up and said, "You need to go to the hospital for an X-ray. I'm not an orthopedic doctor, so I can't help you. And a family doctor won't do either. Also, it would be best if you get a full check-up. Your skin feels unusually hot."

It was highly likely that Josiah had been running a low-grade fever all this time. Under such circumstances, he absolutely needed to get an IV drip for his fever. "Can I rest a bit before we go?" Josiah was not oblivious to his own physical condition, but he was truly exhausted, having not slept since yesterday afternoon. Lysander looked into his eyes, noticing his dark eye circles and the fatigue in his gaze. She turned around and poured him a glass of water.

Josiah drained his cup in one gulp.

Lysander poured him another cup, unable to resist asking, "Where did you go after you left? I couldn't find you anywhere; I even thought you might be dead. Madam Susan and Howard were all extremely worried."

He had covered his tracks so well that even the police, who were in charge of the search, never imagined that he was still alive.

Josiah's voice finally lost its hoarseness after some water. "I visited a place where we once spent time together. Tiffany might send some men to wreck the place again."

Lysander asked in disbelief, "You returned to the mountain village where I used to provide medical support?"

No wonder the police in Harborbrook couldn't find any traces related to him. Everyone assumed he had met with an accident during the fire. Little did they know he had quietly slipped away, far beyond their reach.

Josiah gave a slight nod.

"I should have told you earlier to alleviate your concerns, but the situation was too critical at that time, and there wasn't enough time to do anything else. When we finally reached the village, I could have sent you a message, but I was afraid of tipping off the enemy, so I had no choice but to lay low. Tiffany's cunning and more formidable than her father. She has a crew of bodyguards acting as her henchmen. She had probably been planning to transfer her wealth for a while. She could cause a lot of havoc with her money. There was unrest in the village because of this," explained Josiah.

had been staying in the village for a while, Lysander voiced her concern, "Is everyone over there doing

nurses asked

and medical staff providing cover, my abrupt appearance in the village would have definitely been noticed. Speaking

it was too difficult to keep

him with questions, seeing him on the verge of collapse. She simply reached out and

There was always tomorrow.

leaning into her embrace, falling into

had only been apart from him for half a month. However, upon seeing him again, it felt as if eons had passed. That

time Carol finished her immediate tasks and gave the couple what she thought was enough time for them to

"Mr. Guerra"

finger to her lips, signaling her to be silent. Immediately understanding her intent, Carol fell silent, mouthing the rest of her

embrace, a touch of color returning to his pale complexion. A serene smile played at the corners of his lips, a

seemed as though he was truly

touched his forehead, noticing that it was still feverish.

intending to get up. However, before she

"Don't leave."

Lysander had to sit back down. Her gaze

she murmured,

quickly fetched a blanket,

audible only to her and

saw Mr. Guerra with such a peaceful expression was when he was

between the two had

calmness, descended upon Lysander. She softly replied, “Let him sleep then. Please update Madam Susan

wakes up, I'll accompany

the day, not waking until

his eyes, he saw Lysander slowly rising from

inspecting

was somewhat serious. "Are