What Separates Me and You
Chapter 68

Chapter 68 What About Your Husband?

When Josephine came around, she was already in a bed at the hospital with an IV drip inserted into the back of her hand. Her abdomen did not hurt that much anymore.

She was alone in the room. She looked up at the IV drip and noticed that the bottle was almost. empty. She pushed herself up into a seated position and pressed the call button next to her.

In less than two minutes, a young doctor entered. He first changed the drip for Josephine before looking at her.

"How are you feeling?"

Josephine looked at the doctor for a short while before searching around for her phone. In the end, she found her phone on the nightstand next to the bed.

She picked her phone up and typed, "Doctor, what happened to me?"

The doctor looked at the text on her phone with a little surprise but soon collected himself. This was how everyone reacted whenever they realized she was mute. Josephine was used to it already.

"You passed out Once you're done with the drip, go look for the doctor. She'll tell you.'

Only then did Josephine realize the tag on his chest said that he was just an intern.

Josephine nodded and lay back down in bed, patiently waiting for the drip to finish. The room was quite empty, except for a paralyzed old man on a bed in the innermost corner. He could. not speak either Two mutes lay bedridden in the room, making it seem extremely quiet.

Josephine picked up her phone. It was already past 4 pm. Her phone was silent as no one had sent her any messages. She shut off her phone and turned to look at the old man in the corner.

A while later, a grey-haired old lady entered the room carrying multiple bags. She headed. directly to the old man's bed, then swiftly grabbed a basin and a towel to wipe the old man. down.

After that, she fed the old man while muttering to him. She talked about how their grandchildren were being as parents or how much money their son had given them.

Then, the old lady started grumbling about how she had never once been happy marrying him, and she even had to care for him when he was old.

The old man could not speak but only moved his eyes, following the old lady around the room.

Halfway through, the old lady started to choke up. "You have to get better. I've cared for you for eight years. Every day I think about you lying in the hospital, and I'm starting to miss the good old days." Josephine looked at the old couple. Tears welled up in the old man's eyes, and his fingers

trembled. He looked like he wanted to help wipe away his wife's tears, but he could not.

Josephine turned away to stop looking at them. She looked at the dark clouds outside. It was about to rain once again.

After the final bottle of drip was emptied, she went to look for the doctor. Coincidentally, it was the same doctor that she saw the last time. The doctor looked at Josephine with

helplessness and irritation.

"Didn't you see me before?"

Josephine nodded and showed the doctor her identity card. The doctor keyed her name into the computer. Josephine's file appeared.

The doctor reproached, "Weren't you the one who wanted to keep your baby? You..." She could not replace her words at that moment because it would be too harsh a scolding, so she held back

"I really don't understand what you were thinking! You just finished surgery. Couldn't you wait for at least a month?"

Josephine understood what she meant and lowered her head, embarrassed.

"You were bleeding from an inflamed uterus and from the looks of it, it has been inflamed for a few days. Why did you wait until now to come to the hospital?”

Josephine pursed her lips and clenched the corner of her shirt. Every single word made her face burn with embarrassment.

The doctor continued, "Miss Josephine, don't say that I didn't warn you. If you still refuse to care for yourself, it won't be as simple as an inflammation next time. It could be cancerous. I'm not trying to scare you."

The doctor seemed to remember that Josephine could not speak. She said with a softened tone, "What about your husband? Have you informed him?"

Josephine shook her head.

"Get him to come. How could he not pay attention to your health? He clearly doesn't care about you!"

Josephine was a little stunned. She immediately took her phone out and typed, "He's on a business trip. He can't come."

The doctor stared at her suspiciously for a while before sighing and saying, "You should care for yourself more. Try to communicate with your husband, and if that doesn't work, you can ask the law for help. You can't just let him have his way."

She continued, "I'll prescribe you some medicine; you still need to be on a drip for at least five consecutive days. You must come and do it. Do you hear me?" Josephine was so embarrassed that she wanted to dig a hole and hide when she heard what the

doctor said.

The doctor lectured her for a while before prescribing her a huge dose of medication. Josephine took the medicine and left the hospital as if she was fleeing.

The moment she was about to head out of the hospital, she bumped into Lewis coming toward her. She clenched the packet of medication in her hands subconsciously.

However, Lewis seemed to be too engrossed in Sierra to have noticed Josephine. Sierra was limping with a walking stick, burying herself in Lewis' arm while she complained, "I don't know why I was so unlucky to sprain my ankle twice! I was going to get my contract signed today! That bitch is a bad omen!"

"You're going to hurt yourself more. Stop complaining." Lewis was holding onto her. His words were harsh, and he barely had any emotion on his face. It was as if this was how they regularly bickered. This was their way of interaction.

Sierra rolled her eyes at him. "Oh, now you're worried? You jerk! Look at my ankle! How could you say that to me?"

"You still look quite sprightly. I guess your injuries aren't that serious after all."

Sierra was so furious she was at a loss for words, so she pinched Lewis's arm. She looked see Josephine nearby. She furrowed her brow, and suddenly her tone shifted. Sarcastically, she said, "Yes, my injuries are not serious. Your wife's is! Go care for her!"

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Lewis heard what she said and looked over. His gaze met with Josephine's.

Josephine immediately retracted her gaze. She suppressed her heartbreak and left with her head lowered. They were such a lovey-dovey couple. Why should she go and make a fool of herself? Sierra raised an eyebrow. "She's leaving."

Lewis looked away and said nothing further.

Sierra was rather curious as to why Josephine was at the hospital. Looking at how well she was walking, it did not seem like she had sprained her ankle.

She was suddenly a little worried and stole a side glance at Lewis. It was too bad she could not. detect anything on his face. She could only see that he was a little distracted.

Sierra was quite angry. Although Lewis always seemed to be taking her side, he had never once badmouthed Josephine. Neither had he once reprimanded Josephine over incidents like these. Everyone was under the impression that Lewis loved Sierra very much, but only Sierra knew that Lewis loved no one.

"I can't walk. Why don't you carry me to the car," Sierra said, annoyed.

Lewis said nothing but merely picked Sierra up. They headed to the car park.

It was the end of the day, so Josephine did not return to the office. She hailed a cab and headed back to the mansion

The moment she got out of the car, she saw Patrick standing by the door looking around.

When Patrick saw Josephine getting out of the cab, he immediately approached her.

"Mrs Alvarez, it has been one full day. Don't tell me that you can't even put together five hundred thousand dollars?"