What Separates Me and You
Chapter 398 I Can Marry Alex

Both of them pondered for a while and shook their heads. "No, there was only a swaddling cloth, nothing else."

Lewis lowered his gaze and fell into deep thought.

The elderly lady asked again, "Sir, can we visit Sierra now?"

"Conrad, arrange for someone to take them to the hospital."

Conrad nodded and extended his hand to guide the two elders out. Feeling relieved, the two elders followed Conrad out.

After seeing them off, Conrad returned and asked, "Chairman Alvarez, do you want to send someone to investigate this matter?"

"Don't you think there's something suspicious?"

"What do you mean?"

Lewis glanced at Conrad but didn't explain anything. He got up and walked out.

Meanwhile, Josephine held onto the lunchbox Mrs. Larson had brought to the hospital and gobbled down the food. It was as if she hadn't eaten in centuries.

Mrs. Larson said, "Mrs. Alvarez, please slow down. There's more here."

Josephine didn't seem to hear her. She only picked the meat from the bowl and left all the vegetables aside.

She didn't know why she was so hungry, but she was craving meat.

After finishing the meal, Josephine let out a satisfied burp. Feeling content, she patted her belly and handed the cutleries to Mrs. Larson.

"When can I go home?" she asked.

It was the eighth time Josephine had asked the same question since waking up. Mrs. Larson answered impatiently, "You can go home when you get better." Josephine's shoulders drooped. She felt as though it had been a long time since she last saw her parents, and she yearned to go home.

Seeing her desolate expression, Mrs. Larson wanted to comfort her but didn't know what to say.

Outside, Lewis stood at the door without entering. He seemed lost in thought. Then, he turned to ask Conrad, "Did Quintin sign the divorce papers?" Conrad hesitated briefly, then quickly took out his phone and called Damian.

"I'll ask now!"

Soon, the call got through, and Damian's flattering laugh came from the other end of the line. "Hello, Mr. Berg."

"Mr. Fowler, it's been almost a week. Are the divorce papers signed?"

"Yes, yes. I'll send it over tomorrow."

"Okay," Conrad replied. He then turned to look at Lewis, who seemed unhappy. He hurriedly added, "Quintin has to deliver the document personally." "What? Can't I get someone else to deliver it?"

"Of course not. The divorce wouldn't be approved unless Quintin is present himself."

"But Quintin has been bedridden recently. I don't think he can go. How about waiting for a couple more days?"

Damian had the signed divorce agreement, but he was the one who had signed it.

He had intended to go with the flow and slowly convince his son to accept the divorce. However, he hadn't anticipated that Quintin would need to be present for this process. Now, Damian was really caught in a dilemma.

On the one hand, he faced mounting pressure from Lewis, and on the other hand, he had to deal with his son's desperate and stubborn attitude. It left him wondering what steps he could take to navigate this delicate situation.

In the midst of it all, Damian realized that engaging in a conflict with Lewis over a girl like Josephine wasn't worth it.

Conrad sought Lewis' opinion again, and from his expression, it was evident that there was no room for negotiation.

Conrad could only warn Damian. "Mr. Fowler, if Quintin doesn't deliver the divorce agreement within three days, we will visit you personally." "Oh, Mr. Berg..."

"Mr. Fowler, you'd better replace a way to get Quintin to sign it as soon as possible."

After saying this, Conrad ended the call and awkwardly glanced at Lewis.

Ignoring him, Lewis pushed open the door and made his way into the ward.

Josephine was lying lazily on the bed with her phone at the bedside. She was watching an animated show that Mrs. Larson had shown her.

She was so absorbed in the show that she didn't notice Lewis entering the room.

Lewis watched her for a while. Moments later, Josephine finally noticed him and turned to look at him.

Her eyes instantly lit up when she saw him. Quickly, she got up from the bed. "You finally came! I was getting so bored. When can I be discharged?"

Lewis was somewhat fascinated by how fluent she could speak.

Josephine looked up at him, her innocent eyes shining even brighter than before.

She exuded a new sense of pride and vitality.

However, something still felt amiss.

Previously, Josephine had shown signs of joy and dependence when looking at Lewis, and she had exhibited humility and fear in his presence when she was afraid. However, these dynamics had shifted, and those expressions were no longer present. She had transformed into a completely different person.

Seeing Lewis keeping silent, Josephine poked his abdomen with her finger. "I'm talking to you. Why aren't you answering? You have no manners at all!"

Lewis snapped out of his thoughts and replied, "You'll be discharged soon."

"When exactly?"

"I don't know. I'm not a doctor."

"Well, why don't you go ask the doctors then?" Josephine said matter-of-factly. She treated Lewis as if he were her bodyguard.

Lewis sat down beside her and held her hand. "I'll ask the doctors later. Are you bored? I'll keep you company."

"What can you do to keep me entertained?"

"What do you want to do?"

Josephine tilted her head and stared at Lewis for a while. "I want to play 'flying an airplane.""

"What game is that?"

"I sit on your shoulders, and you carry me around. Why are you so stupid? Don't you know this game?"

Josephine's words flowed so fluently. Nobody would have known she had been a mute before this.

Lewis sized her up before rejecting her request. "No."

"Why?"

"There's no reason."

Hearing this, Josephine grew somewhat angry. She glared at Lewis before taking the covers off her to go to the bathroom.

Putting on her shoes herself, she stormed toward the bathroom.

However, a piercing scream rang out from the bathroom in less than a minute.

"Ah!"

Lewis' face fell, and he quickly followed Josephine into the bathroom. Pushing the door open, he saw her standing in front of the mirror, covering her face in terror. "What's wrong?"

Josephine extended a finger and pointed at the mirror. "Wh-Who is that person?"

Lewis tilted his head slightly and looked into the mirror. There were only the two of them reflected in it.

"Isn't that you?"

Josephine spread her fingers slightly and peeked through the gap to look at the mirror. She then immediately turned her head away.

"No! That's not me!"

Lewis approached her calmly and took hold of her wrists before gently removing her hands from her face.

"Take another look."

Josephine took a look but buried herself in his arms the next second. Then, she cautiously looked at the mirror again.

Sobbing, she said, "No. I don't look like this..."

Lewis grabbed her shoulders firmly and made her face the mirror. He gazed at her anxious reflection and said, "This is how you look as an adult." Josephine locked eyes with Lewis behind her through the mirror.

She stared at her reflection in a daze and slowly raised her hand to touch her cheek. The person in the mirror mimicked her movements.

"That's how I look as an adult?" she whispered.

"Yes," Lewis replied.

Taking a deep breath, Josephine took a few steps forward and walked closer to the mirror. She stared at the person in the mirror with wide eyes. "So, this is how I look when I grow up?"

Once she realized it was herself, Josephine gradually stopped feeling scared and became more curious and intrigued instead.

Lewis wrapped his arms around her from behind and whispered in her ear, "Do you like how you look?"

Feeling happy, Josephine nodded. "I'm an adult now. I can marry Alex."