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

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

felt herself becoming as light as a feather like she was gliding mid-air. The world spun around her, and the only thing she could perceive with clarity was the

same as many years ago with her

caressed her head, singing her a lullaby to lull her to

her eyes and drifted to sleep

silence in the bedroom was deafening.

to put on an emotionless face now, of all times. No one could read his

the faint metallic

wound looked severe, but she didn’t lose much blood. She remained unconscious.

Dr. Halliday grew more anxious

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

Halliday shuddered. “Madam is asleep,” he made up. “She will

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

was lying

was her first time here. She

coming downstairs, she immediately strolled toward him.

you

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

asked again,

on the sofa on her own accord

face was evident. He sat across from

haven’t proceeded with the divorce?”

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

tone with me! I’m 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

throbbed, and he kept

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

despise me, I’m still

as he

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