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."

months," Giselle corrected him with a surprising precision. Lysander was momentarily taken aback. "You

known you is etched in my memory," she said, her smile tinged

Lysander remained silent.

the first time we met?" Giselle

it?" Lysander replied, a hint of nostalgia

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

up, and you pushed me away. I broke a few

nodded, smiling at the

mom and I went out to buy some wooden carvings as an apology. That's how we

then on, through elementary, middle, and high school, even college, we were always

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

caught off guard, unsure

continued, her voice breaking, "If I had given up studying abroad and stayed with you, would things be different

enveloped them, broken only by Giselle's quiet sobs. Eventually, she whispered, "It

away her tears, but hesitated. Giselle grasped his hand,

don't leave,

hesitated, his emotions