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.

eyes and saw someone rushing toward

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

spun around her, and the only thing she could perceive with clarity was the sound of

Mrs. Jinkins, looking the same as many years ago with

her head, singing her a lullaby

She obediently closed her eyes and drifted to

in the bedroom

all at sea. He peeked at Lewis’ face, but Lewis chose to put on

was clean, but the faint metallic

she didn’t lose much blood. She

Dr. Halliday grew more anxious as time passed.

having butterflies in his stomach when Lewis suddenly questioned, “Why is she still not awake?”

is asleep,” he made up.

a bodyguard entered the room and reported, “Master Lewis, Mrs. Alvarez is here.”

who was lying

her first time here. She eyed every corner of

saw Lewis coming downstairs, she

you

face darkened at his question. Coldly, she questioned, “You’re my son. Your house

didn’t argue. He asked again, “What

on the sofa on her

face was evident. He sat across from Nancy and answered, “Upstairs.

with

indifferently and remarked, “You’re sticking your nose where it doesn’t

bore you for ten months and gave birth to you. I changed your diapers with these hands. Why am I not

throbbed, and

she slowly peeled it. “You’re acting so cold now that you’re an adult. How

despise me, I’m still your

stared at her as he retorted, “So?”

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