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

exhaustion would probably be Josiah.

rip from

reluctantly, to go home and wait for news.

she took.

while, only returning to Lysander’s side after they had disappeared from

gently placed beside the

her hand had once again become icy cold. Only by holding

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subtly trembled, barely noticeable. She didn’t react in any other way, except for a slight

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

press the call bell by her bed. Instead, he went directly

you please keep it

concern in Josiah’s eyes. This left the nurse, who already knew Lysander, full of doubts, wondering if she had mistaken him for

really Dr. Thorne’s lousy ex–husband? He seems so gentle and considerate, it just doesn’t

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

countered, “Are

Josiah nodded. “That’s me.”

the nurse began, leading the way. “She instructed me to bring you something if you’re still

fond of Josiah. The only reason she paid any attention to his whereabouts this time was purely out of consideration for Lysander.

for, so she couldn’t always keep an eye on Lysander’s

station, where, under her direction, he moved a folding bed and a blanket.

in the hospital

to Dr. Vale,” he requested, “and assure her that I will take good care of Lysander.” He understood why Lynn was doing

sickbed until late into the

it, showing no intention of lying down. He was afraid that if he

had warned that her health was severely compromised. Her high fever had come on strongly and signs of dehydration were already evident. Once she regained consciousness, it was crucial to

filled with banana oatmeal, and a flask on the floor filled with hot