What Separates Me and You

Chapter 44 An Umbrella Was Useless Now

Nancy and Daphne were busy trying to calm the baby down, but nothing worked.

“What happened? Why is he suddenly crying so hard?” Daphne asked.

“He probably got frightened. Damn, that mute, nothing good happens every time she comes.” Nancy said haughtily.

Josephine was brought into a small room. The equipment was complete here. In the past, this was the room prepared for Daphne. Now, it was also prepared for Josephine. In this room, history was about to repeat itself.

As Josephine was being pinned on the surgical table, a mask-wearing doctor walked in with a syringe. Her eyes widened as she stared right at the syringe that was glowing slightly under the lights. As she struggled desperately, the doctor held her hand down and warned, “If the needle goes in slanted, it’ll do you no good.”

Josephine was not listening as she tried to break free from the maids’ hold. She was like a cornered cattle, attempting a final escape.

The doctor watched as veins were about to pop on Josephine’s forehead. She was gaping, desperately trying to make a noise. Her efforts made her body tremble and turned her face red. She stared at the doctor, her dark eyes pleading.

The doctor knitted her brows, suddenly not having the heart to continue.

“Doctor, Mrs. Alvarez is still waiting,” Mrs. Harrold reminded the doctor.

The doctor shifted her gaze away from Josephine’s face and lifted her shirt. With the needle in hand, she injected it into her back.

Josephine felt a cold and familiar pain. Even though the needle went into her back, it felt like it pierced through her heart. She finally lost all hope, all of her struggles and desperation disappearing as the anesthesia took effect.

No one cared about a mute’s heartbreak, and no one cared if a mute was in pain. If they didn’t scream, how would they relate to their pain?

Her hand, which was gripping the edge of the bed, suddenly let go, turning limp and falling to the sides. As she turned quiet, her vacant eyes stared at the ceiling. Tears fell from the corner of her eyes, drop by drop, sliding down into her hair. Right until she lost consciousness, her lips were still moving.

The doctor stared at those moving lips of hers and suddenly understood what Josephine had been trying to say the whole time.

“Lewis, save me.”

person who could

lit up in the dark night. Lewis was calling, the faint ringing muted amidst the sound of the pattering rain. After a few more flashes, the phone

silent again.

door. Daphne seemed to have understood her concern and said, “Mom, are

why, but I keep

worry, he’s too busy to care about that

crumpled in disapproval. She didn’t like Josephine, but Sierra wasn’t any

really driving me crazy.”

if he likes her? Sierra is much

dead for a few years now. I told him to get a divorce earlier on so he could marry a proper woman. It’s one thing that he doesn’t want a divorce, but raising that good-for-nothing mistress? If it isn’t to provoke me, I don’t

he doesn’t like children, every

thought. No one knew what she was thinking, but her expression turned

“Mom?”

from her stupor, absent-mindedly saying, “He’s just being polite.”

frowned. It didn’t seem that way to

car. He had made a lot of calls, but they never went through. As the rain pattered against his windshield,

unexplainable irritancy.

He loosened his tie and answered. “What.”

to the point. “Ms. Woods isn’t too pleased with the gift. She asked me to tell you to see her after

talk to you

car disappearing

Alvarez Manor, where Nancy and Daphne were relaxing with their facial masks

was standing by the door, his hair slightly wet. A few strands damp on

her mask and looked at him

the two of

“Where’s Josephine?”

said, “Hasn’t

must be home by now. Why