What Separates Me and You

Chapter 45 What’s the Point of Living

Josephine sat on the sofa, with Lewis drying her hair with a towel. Her face was extremely pale. With the lights above her head shining down at her, she looked as pale as a dead person.

Josephine was staring blankly into space, unmoving. Lewis looked at her, but he didn’t speak a word, continuing to dry her hair instead. He didn’t even ask what happened at Alvarez Manor. She wondered if he had already guessed it or if he just didn’t care what would happen if she went. It was the same as last time. After he found out, he was silent, not even asking her if it hurt.

Right, how would a mute be in pain?

After Lewis towel-dried her hair, he moved on to a blow dryer. She maintained her posture, never moving. Her silky black hair, which framed her face, made her even paler. It was as if she would turn transparent and disappear at any time.

Lewis stood behind her, not uttering a word. Both of them stayed like that in silence.

A ringtone suddenly rang out and broke the atmosphere. It was coming from Lewis’ phone. He put down the blow-dryer and took out his phone, walking to the side to receive the call.

Josephine’s lashes trembled. She turned to look at him and saw him speaking with a solemn expression. She then looked down at her belly, placed her hand on it, and stroked it.

The child was just like her-unwelcome.

She shut her eyes, but she did not cry. Perhaps she had no more tears left. Crying was only an expression of sadness. It could not express despair. Desperation was harder to express.

After Lewis hung up, he went back to Josephine and tussled her hair. “Don’t stay up late; I’m going out for a while.”

Josephine lifted her head, her sparkling eyes looking at him, and nodded with a smile.

Lewis frowned, turning to leave without a word. After a few steps, he turned back and said, “The next time she calls for you, call me.”

gaze flickered. Her heart was in pain as

a next time? Probably

left after that.

didn’t know where Lewis was going. She

was like a constant reminder that a life had left her body.

time. Both times, she was unable to save her innocent baby.

got up from the sofa with difficulty, tumbling a few times to get to the first aid kit before she found the painkillers inside. Her hands trembled as she fidgeted with the cap, and in the end, the contents of the bottle spilled

up into her mouth and swallowed hard. She didn’t know if it was because of the bitterness of the painkillers or the intensity of the pain, but a bitter reflux got stuck in her

out, the only other sound she heard was rain pattering on the glass

Josephine was able to pull herself together, and got up from the floor. Her gaze landed

the fruit knife, the blade reflecting light onto her face, and it was like she could see everything that had happened to her recently. Every image

baby must have been in

on her wrists. A thin, red line emerged as the sharp blade

a notification rang from her

at the fruit knife in her hand. It took her a while before she took out her phone from her pocket. It was

so long. She couldn’t believe she sent it at a time like this. As her lashes twitched, she opened up Whatsapp and listened to her

what’s the point of a dumb woman like me living? I’m a waste of air

drinks, as her

hitting the floor with a clear clang. As her grip on her

was met with silence. She searched her contact list and found Fred’s number, sending him a series of messages. Since Fred and Avery were

while,