What Separates Me and You

Chapter 332 The Cold Mercilessness of His Words

Bad-tempered patients weren’t that uncommon, but none of them could rival Lewis’ petulance.

For others, at least their rage was justified, but Lewis’ was already at an all-time high when the doctor hadn’t even opened his mouth to speak since entering the ward.

If he hadn’t fainted earlier, the doctors wouldn’t have found the opportunity to operate on him -he was that obstinate.

The doctor turned to Josephine now. “I have to examine Mr. Alvarez’s wounds. Could

Josephine immediately understood the implicit meaning behind his words.

you…”

She glanced at Lewis, thought about it for a moment, and approached him slowly, signing as she did.

Yet, Lewis hardly spared him a single glance.

Awkwardness flooded the room, tainting everyone in it, the doctor included.

Lewis was no longer at the age appropriate to throw such a childish tantrum.

Josephine squatted down in front of him and tugged at his arm.

“I’m not dying anytime soon. What’s there to examine?” he replied impatiently.

His brashness rendered her speechless.

The doctor explained hurriedly, “Mr. Alvarez, whether or not you die is not up to you to decide. I am the one making that call here.” He paused slightly before adding, “This injury of yours should have been operated on long ago. You’ve delayed treatment for so long that it’s already exacerbated more significantly than anyone could ever anticipate. I need to see how well you’re recovering after the surgery to ensure there aren’t any unforeseen complications.”

Lewis simply sat on the couch and looked at the doctor wordlessly.

“Are

you really not in pain?” the doctor asked.

The anesthesia should have worn off by now.

Josephine tugged at his arms again, her eyes wide and pleading.

When Lewis finally turned to glance at her, tears had already welled up in her eyes.

Conrad had called it, after all.

The glimmer of her tears stirred something foreign and complicated within him.

Josephine’s tears began to trickle down her cheeks.

of losing him, of watching him slip away in her arms.

afraid of being the only one left

before he raised his arms to rub his temples. Then, he stood. up suddenly.

his body to sway violently.

to steady

arm away from her grip and returned to the bed at long last, allowing the doctor to finally check on his

incision site had just been cleaned a while back, it appeared reddish and swollen as well. His chest, on the other hand, wasn’t simply a fracture anymore. The condition it had been in before the surgery had resulted from his

the doctor remarked to them, “You seem to be recovering well, but I’ll order an X-ray to ensure that we’re not missing anything crucial.” Then, seeing Lewis’ blatant displeasure, the doctor added, “Not now. That can wait for a few more

doctor reminded Josephine to have Lewis take his medications on time, to

with swift precision and instructed

his figure disappear around a corner as she shut the door behind him and returned to Lewis’ side

as she watched him receive the IV drip without complaint, raising her

peered at her from one

of cigarettes on his bedside table. “You can smoke

better.”

At the end of the day, she

her in a fit of rage and ignore her in the days

hands tightly. “Fine. I’ll listen to

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before a radiant smile crossed

in the undisturbed silence of the moment. It was nice

setting, night falling and once again shrouding Elysium in darkness.

New Year’s Eve called for blazing lights and fireworks adorning the velvety night sky with their brilliance.

ever.

fireworks erupting in

rang, shattering the stillness of their shared moment. Immediately, Josephine scrambled

call from his mother,

brows perpetually knitted, but he answered the phone regardless.

as soon as the call connected. “Lewis, hi. Are you not in Elysium

him with questions. “I’m not in

stubborn child! What are you doing, loitering outside, today

with the news, it was not entirely unexpected. In her eyes, the incident on the cruise ship could very well be another news article

really don’t know what to say anymore. Every last one of you left. Your father’s not at home, your sister is still in jail, and you-you’re not here either, which leaves me alone in the house, spending New Year’s Eve

more she spoke,

has

a long time, though his

in frustration after a long pause. “Why aren’t

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there to say?”

coming home?” she asked,