What Separates Me and You

Chapter 189

Chapter 189 It Doesn’t Matter Anymore

Lewis froze. Then, his brows furrowed, and his face darkened. “Impatient, aren’t you?”

Josephine lowered her eyes and signed, “Regarding Mrs. Jinkins, I still don’t have your word.”

She looked up in anticipation, hoping to see a hint of mercy in his expression. Given the pain she endured, which Nancy inflicted on her, that should have softened his heart, even for a bit.

But there was nothing. He was expressionless, hiding all his emotions beneath his bottomless

eyes.

His eyes hid many secrets. Josephine could neither comprehend nor see through them.

Lewis suddenly averted his gaze. He raised his hand and tidied the hair beside her ear, saying, ” Don’t be too greedy and ask for too much. Since you agreed to the divorce, don’t bring Mrs. Jinkins up again. I’m not obliged to look after her.”

Josephine’s eyes flickered, and she fell limply back on the sofa, thinking, “So it is impossible, after all?”

Lewis withdrew his hand and gripped her wrist. Looking at her new wound dressing, he said, Look, your wound is still there. Why did you tell me it had healed?”

Josephine bit her lip.

Her heart was heavy. She couldn’t discern his wish-did he want the divorce or not? Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

But she was weary. She didn’t want this to continue.

It was like a prick in the flesh. If she couldn’t take it out, she might as well push it all the way

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Then, she would have been saved from the dilemma.

Josephine seemed more determined as she signed, “Then let’s get the divorce over with when I’m completely healed. You must keep your word.”

Lewis smirked. “Since when have I not kept my word?”

Josephine’s gaze bore into him. He had a long history of breaking his promises, had he not?

Sometimes, Josephine would suspect Lewis had the same condition as her-he was so forgetful.

But since he promised, there was no need for Josephine to keep up the confrontation. She would believe him for once, that no matter what happened, he would divorce her; how else could he give his lover a proper status?

Sierra had been waiting for many years.

His love for Sierra was too deep to disappoint her.

Josephine withdrew her hand and went upstairs.

Lewis watched her from behind and grabbed at his collars in frustration. He went upstairs, too, but in the direction of his study.

Soon, Conrad came.

Holding a file, he came to the study and handed it to Lewis. “Sir, I found something. Please have a look.”

Lewis opened the file and took out the documents inside. It contained surveillance images and photos.

Conrad explained, “No strangers visited Mary in her ward these two days, only doctors, nurses, and the caregiver taking care of her. Patrick had never been to the hospital after we warned him that day. But he hasn’t given up trying to extort money from Mary, so there’s no reason for him to kill her.”

Lewis flipped through the photos casually, skimming through the information.

Conrad couldn’t read his expression. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and continued, Besides, the surveillance images showed that she went out on her own accord, so could it be…”

“Is this the autopsy report?” Lewis showed Conrad a document.

Conrad took a glimpse and nodded. “Yes. It was documented only yesterday.”

Lewis continued reading.

Conrad reported to him all the information he had gathered. He had no idea what else to investigate after that.

He suspected Mary had taken her own life. Furthermore, that was what the autopsy concluded.

Lewis saw something and looked up at Conrad.

Conrad tensed up. “Sir, did you find something?”

Lewis tossed the photos he held onto the table. “Bring me the caregiver.”

“The caregiver?”

“Didn’t I make myself clear?”

Conrad shuddered. “Yes, sir. I’ll be on it!”

Conrad dared not stall. He immediately ran out of the study, hopped into the car, and sped off.

Josephine stood in the corridor, taking note of Conrad’s hurried demeanor. Not knowing why, the unsettling feeling she felt grew stronger.

Conrad went to the hospital and obtained the caregiver’s information. He also realized the caregiver hadn’t reported to work since two days ago, and no one could reach her.

Conrad was taken aback as he pondered, “Could the caregiver really be related to this? But how did Lewis find out?” He couldn’t fathom it. He could only phone Lewis and report this to him.

Lewis listened to his report. Standing before the window, he watched the drizzle outside as he said, “Find her.”

“Alright. I’ll search for her.”

The caregiver had been missing for two days. It might take some effort to find her

whereabouts. But he had to do it anyhow. If they couldn’t discover the truth, Lewis would have to bear the blame for Mary’s death.

Lewis and Josephine had been in a rocky relationship. If they fought over this… who knew how it would end up. Therefore, Conrad dared not delay for even a second.

Lewis stayed in the mansion for several days after that and didn’t go anywhere.

Dr. Halliday had an unpleasant time, though. He was both the doctor and chef-how miserable.

Josephine wondered about Lewis too. He didn’t go to the office and had been dealing with her these few days. Was he waiting for her to recover so they could get the divorce certificate?

How ironic; as much as she hoped for him to return home in the past, she could only meet him occasionally. Now, he lingered around her every day before their divorce-was he worried she would refuse to divorce?

Josephine tugged his sleeve, trying to tell him she was almost recovered.

Lewis cast her a glance and remained silent.

Josephine signed again, “I’m truly healed. Dr. Halliday can reaffirm this.”

Lewis grew impatient from her constant pestering. He abruptly shoved her aside. “Enough!”

Josephine was stunned.

The room fell silent, emphasizing the noise coming from the television. Josephine stared at him blankly.

Lewis shut his eyes. He had regained his composure when he reopened his eyes a few seconds later.

He grabbed his collar and looked at her. “Don’t worry. I will do as I say. You don’t have to be so eager.”

Josephine was rendered speechless. She could only face the television in silence. The animation aired was joyful, but the atmosphere in the room was unusually sullen.

As they were in a deadlock, Lewis’ phone rang. It was Conrad.

Lewis stood and went upstairs with his phone. Josephine stared at him, her eyes gleaming.

“Sir, we still can’t find her. It’s as though she had vanished into thin air. I even sent someone

to her hometown; no one had seen her before.”

Lewis halted.

“Could she be …”

Lewis was silent for several moments before saying, “There’s no need to continue the search.”

“Hm? Stop the search?”

“The truth has surfaced, hasn’t it? Why should we continue searching?” Lewis smirked and continued, “These people are growing restless.”

Conrad was puzzled. He hadn’t found the person yet, so how did the truth surface? “Had she died?”

“It doesn’t matter anymore,” said Lewis, leaning against the railing. He drew a cigarette, lit it, and smoked. Amidst the wispy smoke, he continued, “I know what happened.”