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.”

the only person who could save

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

silent again.

managed to soothe the crying child and looked toward the door. Daphne seemed to have understood her concern and said, “Mom, are you worried Lewis

why,

arm. “Don’t worry, he’s too busy to care about that mute. He’s celebrating Sierra’s

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

really

we do if he likes her? Sierra is much better than

I told him to get a divorce earlier on so he could marry a proper woman. It’s one thing

he said he doesn’t like children, every time he visits Bambam, he buys him

one knew what

“Mom?”

her stupor, absent-mindedly saying, “He’s just

It didn’t seem that

of calls, but they never went through. As

unexplainable irritancy.

his

“Ms. Woods isn’t too pleased with the gift. She asked

client. Otherwise, she won’t talk to you any

his car disappearing into the dark,

Manor, where Nancy and Daphne were

by the door, his hair slightly wet. A few strands damp on his forehead, his icy stature matched that of the temperature outside. He looked desolate for some reason.

Daphne took off her mask and looked at him in

look at him too, the two of them feeling inexplicably

“Where’s Josephine?”

was taken aback and quickly said, “Hasn’t she gone back already?”

she left an hour ago. She must be home by now. Why