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.

was mournful yet dazzling. She probably would be living a very blessed life right now if she had cooperatively agreed to

what to say, wondering if she had

from shock

more will you both be? I want to lock

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

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

was about to help him when he stopped her. “I’ll be fine

her head and didn’t

to move each bag. It was as

to return to. She had quite a lot of belongings. Dr. Halliday stuffed his car trunk as much as possible and even had to load her things into the backseat. The car was packed to the

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

a hand over 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 eventually heading toward an old,

here, but he has passed on, so you can

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

she landed on a blank one, her expression turned vacant. The past few days’ events remained unrecorded, leaving her clueless about the reason for her divorce. She sighed dejectedly before picking up a pen and writing, “Dr. Halliday is a good person.” She also wrote down how she and Lewis had gotten divorced today

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

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

notice of.

they were in their designated spots. Satisfied with his handiwork, he turned his attention to Josephine. “It’s

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

reverie, nodded her head, and signed, “Thank

go to work. Rest up, and I’ll visit you once my shift ends.”

She nodded again.