What Separates Me and You

Chapter 47 Bestowing Her a Final Parting Gift

Josephine helped Mrs. Jinkins load her belongings into the cab.

Mrs. Jinkins didn’t possess many personal belongings, and Josephine had no intention of bringing the moldy mattress along.

However, Mrs. Jinkins was reluctant to part with her little shed. She was afraid that she might not even have a crumbly old shack to call home if she was fired from the Alvarez estate once more.

Josephine could sympathize with her feelings, so she packed up what little things Mrs. Jinkins owned and placed them in a store room in the Styx Mansion. Perhaps due to a sudden bout of her illness, Josephine’s vision turned blurry, and she fainted after she placed Mrs. Jinkins’ belongings in the store room.

Mrs. Jinkins had just emerged from the room after changing clothes when she saw Josephine passed out on the floor. She let go of her walking stick and rushed over while crying out, “Josie!”

Mrs. Jinkins cradled Josephine in her arms gently. Josephine had hit her head when she fell, so a considerable amount of time had passed before she finally cracked open her eyes.

Mrs. Jinkins saw that she had woken up and asked, “What happened, Josie? You were fine just a minute ago, why did you faint?”

Josephine signed, “Maybe I was anemic.”

It hadn’t been long since Josephine’s abortion, and she had also just fallen ill recently. It was normal for her to suffer from sudden bouts of anemia.

“Oh, dear. You poor thing, Josie. You should focus on resting now. I’ll brew you at warm cup of chamomile tea, dear.” Mrs. Jinkins helped her get up and they hobbled over to the sofa together. Josephine smiled as she looked at the elderly lady who fussed over her so tenderly.

Underneath all the grime that had caked up on Mrs. Jinkins’s face was a wrinkled and kindly face. The mere sight of it managed to soothe Josephine and made her feel all warm and bubbly inside.

While Mrs. Jinkins busied herself in the kitchen with the tea, Josephine took out her phone to check her WhatsApp messages. Avery hadn’t replied to her yet.

Josephine looked at the shopping bag next to the sofa. There was a new phone identical to hers in the bag. She took the new phone out of the bag and placed her

the old phone in the drawer of the coffee

the same as ever. Josephine stared at the divorce papers silently before

sent Avery a text before giving her

she answered the phone in a drunken stupor. She wasn’t really aware of who had called her. “What do you want? Why do you keep calling me?”

by Avery’s yells, but

bleary eyes and squinted at the screen. Her expression softened when she saw who had

that. I’ve just been receiving a bunch of spam calls for the past few days. There were some internet trolls who kept telling me to turn. myself in, and some who called to yell profanities at

going through a tough period in life. Haha!” Josephine felt like a knife was being driven. through her heart when she heard what Avery had said,

them! They were so good at acting! I feel so disgusted just hearing them speak now. And honestly, I don’t even want to say this, but

Avery thought she was decently good at reading

nights ago, and a group of people suddenly swarmed me! They threw rocks at me and even took pictures of me! They

patiently. After a while, Avery’s voice had gone hoarse

of her rebellious and cheeky

because she had caused the deaths of all those people, and two, because of the betrayal of those who she once considered her

by guilt

actually betrayed me… Oh, Josie,

at the end. Tears

as she tried to croak out a

“I’m going to turn myself in, Josie. Do you want to come see me one last time? If you’re coming, please tap the number pad once. If you’re not, then

behind bars than live

phone tightly. She didn’t tap the number pad, but she didn’t hang up either. Avery was also a victim in this situation. She shouldn’t have to

tended to be unable to forgive themselves if they made even a

Are you really not going to say anything?”

and tapped the button reluctantly. Avery finally burst into a hearty bout of laughter. For a moment,