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 saw someone rushing toward her.

the person clearly. She couldn’t hear what he said in her ear too.

she was gliding mid-air. The world spun around her, and the only thing

as many years ago with her

singing her a lullaby to lull her to

curved into a smile. She obediently closed her eyes

in the

at Lewis’ face, but Lewis chose to put on an emotionless face now, of all times. No one could

floor was clean, but the faint metallic odor

lose much blood. She remained

she was unconscious, Dr. Halliday grew more anxious as time

Lewis suddenly questioned, “Why is she still not

is asleep,” he made up.

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

who was lying on the bed, and

the living room, sweeping her gaze around the room. It was her first time here. She eyed

she immediately strolled

are you here?”

darkened at his question. Coldly, she questioned, “You’re my son. Your house is my house, too. Don’t I

asked again,

sat on the sofa on her own accord

evident. He sat across from Nancy and

with

her indifferently and remarked, “You’re sticking your nose where it

to you. I changed your diapers with

temple throbbed, and he kept

so cold now

me, I’m

stared at her as he

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