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.

was no need for Josephine to keep up the confrontation. She would believe him for once, that no matter what happened, he would

waiting for many years.

Sierra was too deep to

hand

in frustration. He went upstairs, too, but in the

Soon, Conrad came.

study and handed it to Lewis. “Sir,

the documents inside. It contained surveillance

visited Mary in her ward these two days, only doctors, nurses, and the caregiver taking care of her. Patrick had never been to the hospital after we warned him that day. But

casually, skimming through the information.

his expression. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and continued, Besides, the surveillance images

report?” Lewis

and nodded. “Yes.

Lewis continued reading.

to him all the information he had gathered. He had no

taken her own life. Furthermore, that

and looked up at Conrad.

tensed up. “Sir, did

the photos he held onto the table.

“The caregiver?”

make myself clear?”

shuddered. “Yes, sir. I’ll be on it!”

ran out of the study, hopped into the car, and sped

demeanor. Not knowing why, the unsettling

caregiver hadn’t reported to work since two days ago,

aback as he pondered, “Could the caregiver really be related to this? But how did Lewis find out?” He couldn’t fathom it. He could

before the window, he watched the drizzle outside as

I’ll search for her.”

missing for two days. It might take some

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

a rocky relationship. If they fought over this… who knew how it would

several days after that and

an unpleasant time, though. He was both the doctor and chef-how miserable.

and had been dealing with her these few days. Was he waiting for her to recover so they