What Separates Me and You

Chapter 68 What About Your Husband?

When Josephine came around, she was already in a bed at the hospital with an IV drip inserted into the back of her hand. Her abdomen did not hurt that much anymore.

She was alone in the room. She looked up at the IV drip and noticed that the bottle was almost. empty. She pushed herself up into a seated position and pressed the call button next to her.

In less than two minutes, a young doctor entered. He first changed the drip for Josephine before looking at her.

“How are you feeling?”

Josephine looked at the doctor for a short while before searching around for her phone. In the end, she found her phone on the nightstand next to the bed.

She picked her phone up and typed, “Doctor, what happened to me?”

The doctor looked at the text on her phone with a little surprise but soon collected himself. This was how everyone reacted whenever they realized she was mute. Josephine was used to it already.

“You passed out Once you’re done with the drip, go look for the doctor. She’ll tell you.’

Only then did Josephine realize the tag on his chest said that he was just an intern.

Josephine nodded and lay back down in bed, patiently waiting for the drip to finish. The room was quite empty, except for a paralyzed old man on a bed in the innermost corner. He could. not speak either Two mutes lay bedridden in the room, making it seem extremely quiet.

Josephine picked up her phone. It was already past 4 pm. Her phone was silent as no one had sent her any messages. She shut off her phone and turned to look at the old man in the corner.

A while later, a grey-haired old lady entered the room carrying multiple bags. She headed. directly to the old man’s bed, then swiftly grabbed a basin and a towel to wipe the old man. down.

After that, she fed the old man while muttering to him. She talked about how their grandchildren were being as parents or how much money their son had given them.

Then, the old lady started grumbling about how she had never once been happy marrying him, and she even had to care for him when he was old.

The old man could not speak but only moved his eyes, following the old lady around the room.

better. I’ve cared for you for eight years. Every day I think about you lying in the hospital, and

Tears welled up in the old man’s

wipe away his wife’s tears, but he could not.

away to stop looking at them. She looked at the dark

was emptied, she went to look for the doctor. Coincidentally, it was the same doctor that she saw the

helplessness and irritation.

you see me before?”

showed the doctor her identity card. The doctor

the one who wanted to keep your baby? You…” She could not find her words at

understand what you were thinking! You just finished surgery.

what she meant and lowered her head, embarrassed.

the looks of it, it has been inflamed for a few days. Why did you wait until now to come to

of her shirt. Every single word made her face burn

say that I didn’t warn you. If you still refuse to care for yourself, it won’t be as simple as an inflammation next time.

that Josephine could not speak. She said with a

shook her

come. How could he not pay attention to your health? He clearly

phone out and typed,

suspiciously for a while before sighing and saying, “You should care for yourself more. Try to communicate with your husband, and if that doesn’t work, you can ask the law for help. You can’t just let him

you still need to be on a drip for

she wanted to dig a hole and hide when she heard what

doctor said.

for a while before prescribing her a huge dose of medication. Josephine took the medicine and left the hospital as

of the hospital, she bumped into Lewis coming toward her. She clenched the packet of medication in her hands subconsciously.

walking stick, burying herself in Lewis’ arm while she complained, “I don’t know why I was so unlucky to sprain my ankle twice! I was going to get my contract signed today! That bitch

Lewis was holding onto her. His words were harsh, and he barely had any emotion on his face. It was as if this was how they regularly bickered. This was their way

worried? You jerk! Look at my ankle! How could

guess your injuries aren’t