What Separates Me and You

Chapter 189 It Doesn’t Matter Anymore

Lewis froze. Then, his brows furrowed, and his face darkened. “Impatient, aren’t you?”

Josephine lowered her eyes and signed, “Regarding Mrs. Jinkins, I still don’t have your word.”

She looked up in anticipation, hoping to see a hint of mercy in his expression. Given the pain she endured, which Nancy inflicted on her, that should have softened his heart, even for a bit.

But there was nothing. He was expressionless, hiding all his emotions beneath his bottomless

eyes.

His eyes hid many secrets. Josephine could neither comprehend nor see through them.

Lewis suddenly averted his gaze. He raised his hand and tidied the hair beside her ear, saying, ” Don’t be too greedy and ask for too much. Since you agreed to the divorce, don’t bring Mrs. Jinkins up again. I’m not obliged to look after her.”

Josephine’s eyes flickered, and she fell limply back on the sofa, thinking, “So it is impossible, after all?”

Lewis withdrew his hand and gripped her wrist. Looking at her new wound dressing, he said, Look, your wound is still there. Why did you tell me it had healed?”

Josephine bit her lip.

Her heart was heavy. She couldn’t discern his wish-did he want the divorce or not?

But she was weary. She didn’t want this to continue.

It was like a prick in the flesh. If she couldn’t take it out, she might as well push it all the way

Then, she would have been saved from the dilemma.

Josephine seemed more determined as she signed, “Then let’s get the divorce over with when I’m completely healed. You must keep your word.”

Lewis smirked. “Since when have I not kept my word?”

Josephine’s gaze bore into him. He had a long history of breaking his promises, had he not?

Sometimes, Josephine would suspect Lewis had the same condition as her-he was so forgetful.

to keep up the confrontation. She would believe him for once, that no matter what happened, he would divorce her; how else could he give his lover a

had been waiting for many years.

for Sierra was too deep to disappoint her.

her hand

and grabbed at his collars in frustration. He went upstairs, too, but in the direction

Soon, Conrad came.

and handed it to Lewis. “Sir, I found

and took out the documents inside. It contained surveillance images and photos.

ward these two days, only doctors, nurses, and the caregiver taking care of her. Patrick had never been to the hospital after we warned

casually, skimming

couldn’t read his expression. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and continued, Besides, the surveillance images showed that she went out on her own accord, so could

Lewis

a glimpse and nodded. “Yes. It was documented only

Lewis continued reading.

information he had gathered. He had no idea what else to investigate after

life. Furthermore, that was what the autopsy concluded.

saw something and looked up at Conrad.

up. “Sir, did

held onto the

“The caregiver?”

I make myself

sir. I’ll be

dared not stall. He immediately ran out of the study, hopped into the car, and

the corridor, taking note of Conrad’s hurried demeanor.

obtained the caregiver’s information. He also realized the caregiver hadn’t reported to work since two days ago, and no one could

the caregiver really be related to this? But how did Lewis find out?” He couldn’t fathom it. He could only phone Lewis

his report. Standing before the window, he watched the drizzle outside as he said,

search for

two days. It might take some effort to

had to do it anyhow. If they couldn’t discover the truth, Lewis would have to bear the blame for Mary’s death.

who knew how it

in the mansion for several days after that and didn’t

though. He

with her these few days. Was he waiting for her to