What Separates Me and You novel Chapter 188

Chapter 188 Nightmares 

Forty minutes later, Lewis arrived at the landfill. 

Conrad held an umbrella beside him, looking at him with an incomprehensible expression. 

Then, he turned toward the figure hanging from a tree branch before him. 

It was a nightmarish sight. 

Mrs. Jinkins hung ominously from the branch, a noose cruelly looped around her neck, while her hospital gown billowed around her like a ghostly apparition. Her hair, wildly disheveled, amplified the eerie aura that permeated the air. 

The sheer horror of this scene would have been enough to terrify anyone who bore witness to it. 

Conrad stole another glimpse at Lewis’ expression. It might be the night, but he couldn’t distinguish any expression on Lewis’ face. 

Conrad quickly signaled to the bodyguards to let Mrs. Jinkins down. 

A bodyguard ran forward to do so. He swept aside the corpse’s hair and revealed Mrs. Jinkins’ ashen face, staring ahead wide-eyed. 

As experienced as he was, the bodyguard staggered in fright when he saw her eyes. 

Conrad stepped forward to have a look. Then, he returned to Lewis and informed, “Sir, that’s her. She was dead when we found her.” 

Lewis stared at the corpse on the ground for quite some time. Without saying anything, he 

went back to the car. 

“Mr. Berg, what should we do?” 

Conrad shot the corpse a glance and couldn’t help but shiver. 

Mary was old. With her wrinkled face and bulging eyes, she looked exceptionally unnerving under the flashes of lightning, 

Conrad didn’t look at her for long before he turned away and ran toward Lewis. 

He got into the car and asked Lewis, who was in the backseat, “Sir, what should we do?” 

Mary was of little importance to Lewis, but Conrad knew the significance she held to Josephine. 

Besides, they had just decided to divorce and would soon obtain their certificate. If this news reached Josephine now, there was no telling what she would think. 

Without a doubt, she would link Mary’s death to Lewis. 

Lewis only said one word, “Investigate.” 

“Sure. I’ll be on it.” 

“Let’s go.” 

“Where to?” 

Lewis shut his eyes and said nothing. Conrad waited and waited but received no answer. 

Could it be that Lewis had no idea where he should go? 

Thus, Conrad took things into his own hands and brought Lewis to the hospital. 

At this hour, the hospital was noiseless; the entire hospital was asleep. There was no activity at the emergency department too. 

When they arrived, Lewis smoked in the backseat, deep in thought. 

Conrad said, “Sir, I’ll head inside to investigate about Mary.” 

“No one should know about this.” 

Conrad paused before nodding emphatically. “Yes, sir. Understood.” 

With that, Conrad got off with an umbrella. 

The car was silent. Although it was well soundproofed, the crashing thunder outside was faintly audible. 

Lightning streaked across the window, lighting up Lewis’ chiseled features. 

Josephine had nightmares that night. She tossed and turned. Eventually, she woke up with a 

start. 

She decided not to sleep and went downstairs to get some water. 

“Madam.” Dr. Halliday’s voice came from behind. Josephine’s hand trembled, and water 

spilled on the bandage on her fingers. Stinging pain shot through her entire body. 

The glass slipped from her hand and smashed into smithereens. 

“Madam, are you alright?” 

Josephine came to her senses and frantically bent to pick up the shards. 

Dr. Halliday stopped her. “Let me do it. Have a seat.” 

He even gathered the courage to tug her. Josephine was preoccupied, so she didn’t insist on it. 

She sat on the sofa. 

Dr. Halliday cleared the floor of the shards and got her another glass of water. After handing the glass to her, he took the first-aid kit and redressed her wound. 

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He couldn’t hold back his complaints as he said, “Which doctor did this dressing? What a terrible job he had done! There was no medication applied, and he wrapped the bandage too tightly. Was he trying to cause a festering?” 

Then, he looked up and met Josephine’s hesitating gaze. His eyes widened. “It can’t be … was it Mr. Alvarez?” 

Josephine pressed her lips together and nodded. 

Dr. Halliday immediately shut his mouth. “I said nothing.” 

After dressing Josephine’s wounds, Dr. Halliday turned his concerned eyes toward her.” Madam, are you awake because you’re not feeling well? Let me do a checkup.” 

Dr. Halliday checked her pulse and frowned. He couldn’t come up with an explanation. 

After all, her health wasn’t in the best condition. Various illnesses intertwined in her. He couldn’t distinguish the reason behind her inability to sleep. 

After a while, he sheepishly let her go and cleared his throat, saying, “You have too much on your mind. Don’t overthink and relax.” 

Josephine lowered her eyes. Was she overthinking? 

Nothing was on her mind, and she didn’t know what to think. How could she be overthinking? 

Dr. Halliday persuaded her to go back to sleep. He didn’t want Lewis to walk in on them chatting in the living room without the presence of others in the middle of the night when he returned-Lewis might just about tear him apart. 

His imagination sent a shiver down his spine. He then tried harder to persuade Josephine to return to her bedroom. 

Josephine couldn’t defy him and went back inside. 

She couldn’t fall asleep no matter how hard she tried. She sat on the bed all night, listening to the rain. 

Lewis was again gone for two days. Josephine also stayed home and didn’t report to work. 

It was different this time. Dr. Halliday was there to accompany her. He not only had to observe her health condition, but he also had to assume the role of a chef and cook for her.