What Separates Me and You

Chapter 192

Chapter 192 Her Love Was Too Worthless

Blood trickled down her wrist and splattered on the floor like falling rose petals.

Teary-eyed, she perversely mustered her energy and slashed, again and again, at the wound.

It wasn’t as painful as she expected. Instead, she felt unprecedented relief. The pain on her wrist balanced out the burdensome weight on her heart.

She had never felt so at ease.

That was how she realized how unhappy she had been, whether in the past or present.

To think only at times like this, when she was on the brink of death, did she feel content and relaxed.

So, what exactly had she gained from her love for Lewis?

Nothing but for this scarred heart.

She had no one to blame; it was all wishful thinking on her part. Her love was too worthless to intrigue Lewis.

She deserved to die.

Josephine smiled bitterly and disdainfully. She mocked herself-she had it coming.

Rain poured. Josephine listened to it in silence.

She leaned against the bed and slowly closed her

eyes.

A tear slid into her hair. Her fingers relaxed, and the shard fell.

Suddenly, someone kicked the bedroom door open. The noise shook her to the bones.

her eyes and

She couldn’t hear what he said in her

mid-air. The world spun around her, and the only thing she could perceive with clarity

looking the same as many years ago with her silver hair and gentle

her head, singing her a lullaby to lull her to sleep.

eyes and drifted to sleep -she wouldn’t upset

the bedroom

Lewis chose to put on an emotionless face now, of all

floor was clean, but the faint metallic odor of blood

she didn’t lose much blood. She remained unconscious. because of her

Dr. Halliday grew more anxious as

when Lewis

“Madam is asleep,” he made up. “She will be awake

and stopped asking. At that moment, a bodyguard entered the room and reported, “Master Lewis,

glanced at Josephine, who was lying on the bed, and abruptly went

around the room. It was her first time here. She eyed every corner of the room with a judgmental

she saw Lewis coming downstairs, she immediately strolled toward him. “Lewis.”

are you here?”

face darkened at his question. Coldly, she questioned, “You’re my son. Your house is my house, too. Don’t I have the right to come

again, “What brings you here?”

the sofa on her

was evident. He sat across from Nancy and answered,

haven’t proceeded with the

looked at her indifferently and remarked, “You’re sticking your nose

bore you for ten months and gave birth to you. I changed your diapers with these hands. Why

temple throbbed, and

acting so cold now that you’re an adult. How convenient! No matter what, you’re my son, and that’s

me, I’m still your

as

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