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."

years and five months," Giselle corrected him with a surprising

day I've known you is etched in my memory," she said,

Lysander remained silent.

the first time we met?" Giselle asked

was summer, wasn't it?" Lysander replied, a hint of nostalgia in his

was a few months older than you," Giselle recalled, a small

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

nodded, smiling

and I went out to

middle, and high school, even college, we

gaze drifting to the sterile white

guard, unsure

breaking, "If I had given up studying abroad and

sobs. Eventually, she whispered,

but hesitated. Giselle grasped his hand,

with me, don't leave,

hesitated, his emotions