What Separates Me and You

Chapter 109 How Could You Be So Cold-Blooded?

Josephine had received the same phone call as well. The caretaker had told her Mrs. Jinkins wasn’t going to make it. She wanted to ask what the situation was, but she couldn’t speak and could only helplessly worry. Mrs. Jinkins was still fine when she left yesterday!

“How do I refund the money to you?” the caretaker continued without regard. “How about you come and meet me tomorrow? No, that’s not right. It’s best if you come to the hospital now. I think the old woman…”

Josephine clutched the phone tightly, her frustration mounting as her inability to speak left her flustered. The moment the call ended, she swiftly texted the caretaker, detailing her communication struggles and requesting a comprehensive explanation of Mrs. Jinkins’ state. With a glance cast upstairs, she found herself caught in a prolonged dilemma before ultimately relinquishing any intention of approaching him.

Walking over to the couch, she had a vice-like grip on her phone as she waited for the caretaker to respond. She glanced at the clock on the wall, which showed that it was already 10. pm. Her head began to hurt again, perhaps due to her anxiousness. The pain resembled sharp needles piercing her brain, accompanied by a buzzing sensation that reverberated through her skull. Dizziness overwhelmed her, causing the room to spin around her.

She held her head and curled up on the couch. Pulling on her hair, she gritted her teeth and bore with the pain.

“Just get through this, and you’ll be fine,” she thought as she hugged herself tightly.

The passing minutes dragged on, stretching before her like an excruciating eternity. Eventually, her phone buzzed, forcing her to muster the energy to sit up and retrieve it from the floor where it had tumbled. Grappling with her pounding head, she trembled while unlocking her phone, her fingers visibly quivering.

It was a response from the caretaker. “Mrs. Jinkins’ son had stopped by. He said to stop treatment, and he wanted to take her with him, but the medical expenses that were paid for hadn’t been used up yet, so the doctor wanted to continue treatment for her for two more days. Patrick kicked up a fuss in the hospital and insisted that the hospital refund the money. She fainted, probably because she was too upset, and was rushed into the emergency room. The doctor immediately shook his head when she was wheeled back out. Patrick got scared and no longer insisted on a refund and allowed her to continue receiving treatment. He has already left, so Mrs. Jinkins is alone. I was worried that the responsibility of decision-making would fall on me should anything happen to her and that I’ll end up being burdened, that’s why I’m telling you I don’t want to continue taking care of her. The doctor has already declared that her life is fading, so it’s unlikely she’ll be able to pull through.”

Josephine felt her heart race as she read the very long text that the caretaker sent her. Finding it getting harder to breathe, she tugged on the collar of her turtleneck.

She asked herself, “Why did Patrick appear at the hospital? Why was his appearance so coincidental?”

In a desperate bid to find some inner peace, she delivered a firm slap to her own head, hoping to quiet her anxious mind. She waited until the pain in her head subsided before slowly. ascending the stairs, wondering, “Would he really…be so cold-blooded?”

She hugged her frail body as she headed towards the study. Her body protested with each step, and she felt like she would collapse at any moment. Without knocking, she pushed open. the door to the study and entered.

a call. Cocking a brow, he looked toward her and instantly furrowed his brows when he noticed her pale complexion. He then turned his attention back

the call.

him

the call before turning his attention again to

the eye

hands

the same hospital as Mrs. Jinkins yesterday, hence why I paid her a

out and

as she lost her balance. Lifting her gaze, she found herself locking

eye before softly saying, “Everyone’s life

gauge whether he was telling the truth from his

signed, “Then why did Patrick appear

know anything about it.” His voice was composed as usual, sounding like

didn’t care about

at the hospital just after she had

the thought of this. This man was becoming more and

foreign to her. She struggled out of his lap and onto

wrists. “Don’t do anything unnecessary, Josephine, or you’ll only be bringing harm onto yourself and everyone around

she fell backward onto the floor, landing on her butt.

she truly was locked in. She pounded on the door with her fists but didn’t hear a response. She slowly slid down to the floor with her back against the door. He had locked her up again. Hugging her knees to her chest, she felt as though she was intoxicated as her head

The next day.

middle-aged man again at the same café but this

you’ve made up your mind,