Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 211

As the door to the hospital room slowly creaked open, the dim lights revealed Giselle lying pale and unconscious on the bed. Her right arm was wrapped in layers of bandages, and an IV drip was attached to her hand, a stark reminder of her recent ordeal with blood loss.

Lysander sat quietly beside her, lost in thought.

After what seemed like an eternity, Giselle's eyelashes fluttered as she slowly regained consciousness. Her eyes, still clouded with confusion, met Lysander's.

"Lysander?"

"Yes, I'm here," he replied softly.

Giselle managed a faint smile, though her eyes were red-rimmed, her voice barely above a whisper. "I thought you wouldn't come."

"I promised you, didn't I?"

"Yes, you did," she replied, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. Suddenly, she asked with a weak laugh, "Lysander, how long have we known each other?"

Lysander paused, thinking back. "It must be twenty years now."

corrected him with a surprising precision. Lysander was momentarily taken aback. "You remember so

etched in my memory," she said, her

Lysander remained silent.

remember the first time

Lysander replied,

We were nine. I was a few months older than you," Giselle recalled, a small laugh

wood back then. I was curious about your wooden sculptures, tried to pick one up, and you pushed me away. I broke a few of them, and we almost ended up fighting. It was your mom and mine who finally separated

nodded, smiling at

I went out to buy some wooden carvings as an apology. That's

college, we were always

voice trailed off, she seemed to tire, her gaze drifting to the sterile white ceiling. Suddenly, she asked, "Lysander,

off guard, unsure how to

could gather his thoughts, Giselle continued, her voice breaking, "If I had

quiet sobs. Eventually, she whispered, "It doesn't matter. Just having

hesitated. Giselle grasped his

don't

his emotions in