What Separates Me and You

Chapter 195 Damn You, Josephine

The call was answered immediately.

“Mr. Alvarez! I need to talk to you about Mrs. Alvarez.”

Dr. Halliday had barely finished speaking when Lewis monotonously cut him off. “You don’t need to tell me anything about her from now on.”

“But she-”

“I’m sure I can find something for you to do if you’re bored, Dr. Halliday.”

Lewis was telling Dr. Halliday to mind his own business. Dr. Halliday gulped and didn’t dare to bring the subject up again. “Alright, Mr. Alvarez. Goodbye.”

Dr. Halliday ended the call when he finished speaking and briskly walked up to Josephine, who was squatting on the floor and silently crying. He let out yet another long sigh when he took in her appearance.

“Do you have anywhere to go, Mrs. Al-Miss Vance? I’ll help you move your things.”

She was at a loss once again.

His heart thumped loudly-he couldn’t bring her to his own house, could he? He didn’t have the guts for it as she was still Lewis’ ex-wife even though they were now divorced.

“How about I help you look for a place to stay?”

eyes.

and suddenly smiled when she saw the worried look in his Her smile was mournful yet dazzling. She probably would be living a very blessed life right now if she had cooperatively agreed to be his godsister back

didn’t know what

from shock

I want to lock up,”

snapped out of her daze and looked at Dr. Halliday again. She didn’t know who else she could turn to for

her things,” Dr. Halliday swiftly replied to Fiona.

stopped her. “I’ll be fine

and

each bag. It was as though they were

She had quite a lot of belongings.

properly whenever she left it, except this time, she wasn’t the one closing the gates. She kept her gaze

her heart and could feel a deep ache resonating within. Even breathing became a painful endeavor. Dr. Halliday drove around Elysium for some time, contemplating where to go before

live here, but he has passed on, so you

looked at him gratefully. He was truly a good person, selflessly helping her. Perhaps this was the kind nature of a doctor. Rummaging through her things, Josephine came across a messenger bag and found a notebook inside. She opened it only to find that there was an absence of entries from the recent days. No ink was spilled to document any of the distressing events that had unfolded, but she did write that she wanted to go to the hospital to see Mrs. Jinkins and, at the same time, couldn’t help but ponder, “But who is this Mrs. Jinkins?” She had also written about Quintin and buying dog

up a pen and writing, “Dr. Halliday is a good person.” She also wrote down how she and Lewis had gotten divorced today and the address of her

when he already didn’t want her. If she were to do that, it would only make him hate her even more. Yet, upon deeper contemplation, she surmised that her divorce was likely due to her failure to adhere to his instructions, her subpar cooking, or her inability to maintain a clean household. However, these were simply lies she had told herself. He just didn’t love her. A person who was

leave the house unless necessary,” Dr. Halliday instructed. He was very concerned about her current condition. There was no telling when she’d leave the house one day and forget how to return home. At this thought, he retrieved a stack of sticky notes from his medicine bag, wrote down his instructions, and pasted it on the inside of the door so that she would see it every time she opened it. Writing something else, he stuck it to the headboard of her bed so that she would see it whenever she woke up. Further notes adorned the fridge, kitchen cabinet, and any other spots that she was certain to take

notice of.

he meticulously inspected each one, ensuring they were in their designated spots. Satisfied with his handiwork, he turned his attention to Josephine. “It’s all set,” he

you might not remember me saying this, but you’ll find a reminder on your headboard

of her reverie, nodded

to go to work. Rest up, and I’ll

She nodded again.