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.

was lounging languidly on the sofa with his legs crossed. He had his phone in hand and was listening to someone over a call. Cocking a brow, he looked toward her and instantly furrowed his brows when he noticed her pale complexion. He

the call.

walked up to him and gazed

the call before turning his

looked him dead in the eye as

her hands but didn’t respond.

her? I just happened to realize after I regained consciousness that I was in the same hospital as Mrs. Jinkins yesterday, hence why

suddenly reached out and pulled her to

her balance. Lifting her gaze, she found herself locking

the corner of her eye before softly saying, “Everyone’s life will come to an end. Moreover, I had nothing to do with

eyes and tried to gauge whether he was telling

signed, “Then why did Patrick appear at

don’t know anything about it.” His voice was composed as usual,

didn’t care about this at all.

she didn’t know if she should believe his words, given that Patrick had already decided to forsake Mrs. Jinkins. Why did he show up at the hospital just after she had paid the treatment fees and even intentionally upset Mrs. Jinkins? Didn’t it all align with what Lewis said to her yesterday about not even

the thought of this.

out of his lap and onto her feet

“Don’t do anything unnecessary, Josephine, or you’ll only be bringing

backward onto the

study without turning back to look at her. He even locked the door. Hearing the sound of the lock being turned, she scrambled to her feet and tried the knob, only to find that 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

The next day.

middle-aged man again at the same café but this

agreement if you’ve made up