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.

eyes and saw someone rushing toward

that she couldn’t see the person clearly. She couldn’t hear what he

light as a feather like she was gliding mid-air. The world spun around her,

same as many years ago with her silver hair

her a lullaby to lull

a smile. She obediently closed her eyes and drifted to sleep -she wouldn’t upset Mrs.

the bedroom

face, but Lewis chose to put on an

the faint metallic odor of blood

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

long as she was unconscious, Dr. Halliday grew more

in his stomach when Lewis suddenly questioned, “Why is she

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

away from him and stopped asking. At that moment, a bodyguard entered the room and reported,

frowned. He glanced at Josephine, who was lying on the bed,

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

saw Lewis coming downstairs, she immediately strolled toward him.

you

Your house is my

didn’t argue. He asked again, “What

on the sofa on her own accord and asked, “Where’s

was evident. He sat

haven’t proceeded with the divorce?”

and remarked, “You’re

your mother who bore you for ten months and gave birth to you. I changed your diapers with these hands. Why am I not allowed to stick my nose in your

throbbed, and he kept

table and folded her legs as she slowly peeled it. “You’re acting so cold now that

if you despise me,

her as he retorted, “So?”

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