What Separates Me and You novel Chapter 192

Chapter 192 Her Love Was Too Worthless 

Blood trickled down her wrist and splattered on the floor like falling rose petals. 

Teary-eyed, she perversely mustered her energy and slashed, again and again, at the wound. 

It wasn’t as painful as she expected. Instead, she felt unprecedented relief. The pain on her wrist balanced out the burdensome weight on her heart. 

She had never felt so at ease. 

That was how she realized how unhappy she had been, whether in the past or present. 

To think only at times like this, when she was on the brink of death, did she feel content and relaxed. 

So, what exactly had she gained from her love for Lewis? 

Nothing but for this scarred heart. 

She had no one to blame; it was all wishful thinking on her part. Her love was too worthless to intrigue Lewis. 

She deserved to die. 

Josephine smiled bitterly and disdainfully. She mocked herself-she had it coming. 

Rain poured. Josephine listened to it in silence. 

She leaned against the bed and slowly closed her 

eyes. 

A tear slid into her hair. Her fingers relaxed, and the shard fell. 

Suddenly, someone kicked the bedroom door open. The noise shook her to the bones. 

Josephine forcefully opened her eyes and saw someone rushing toward her. 

Too bad that she couldn’t see the person clearly. She couldn’t hear what he said in her ear too. 

She felt herself becoming as light as a feather like she was gliding mid-air. The world spun around her, and the only thing she could perceive with clarity was the sound of the rain. 

Josephine thought she saw Mrs. Jinkins, looking the same as many years ago with her silver hair and gentle smile. 

Mrs. Jinkins caressed her head, singing her a lullaby to lull her to sleep. 

Josephine’s lips slowly curved into a smile. She obediently closed her eyes and drifted to sleep -she wouldn’t upset Mrs. Jinkins anymore. 

The silence in the bedroom was deafening. 

Dr. Halliday was all at sea. He peeked at Lewis’ face, but Lewis chose to put on an emotionless face now, of all times. No one could read his thoughts. 

The floor was clean, but the faint metallic odor of blood lingered. 

Josephine’s wound looked severe, but she didn’t lose much blood. She remained unconscious. because of her poor health condition. 

As long as she was unconscious, Dr. Halliday grew more anxious as time passed. 

Dr. Halliday was having butterflies in his stomach when Lewis suddenly questioned, “Why is she still not awake?” 

Dr. Halliday shuddered. “Madam is asleep,” he made up. “She will be awake soon.” 

Lewis looked away from him and stopped asking. At that moment, a bodyguard entered the room and reported, “Master Lewis, Mrs. Alvarez is here.” 

Lewis frowned. He glanced at Josephine, who was lying on the bed, and abruptly went out. 

Nancy stood in the living room, sweeping her gaze around the room. It was her first time here. She eyed every corner of the room with a judgmental look 

When she saw Lewis coming downstairs, she immediately strolled toward him. “Lewis.” 

“Why are you here?” 

Nancy’s face darkened at his question. Coldly, she questioned, “You’re my son. Your house is my house, too. Don’t I have the right to come here?” 

Lewis didn’t argue. He asked again, “What brings you here?” 

Nancy sat on the sofa on her own accord and asked, “Where’s Josephine?” 

The impatience on Lewis’ face was evident. He sat across from Nancy and answered, “Upstairs. 

“You haven’t proceeded with the divorce?” 

Lewis looked at her indifferently and remarked, “You’re sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong.” 

“Watch your tone with me! I’m your mother who bore you for ten months and gave birth to you. I changed your diapers with these hands. Why am I not allowed to stick my nose in your affairs?” 

Lewis’ temple throbbed, and he kept quiet. 

Nancy took an orange from the table and folded her legs as she slowly peeled it. “You’re acting so cold now that you’re an adult. How convenient! No matter what, you’re my son, and that’s a 

fact. Even if you despise me, I’m still your mom.” 

Lewis stared at her as he retorted, “So?” 

Nancy said, “I’m here today to witness your divorce. I’ll leave only after you get your divorce certificate.” As she spoke, she glanced at Lewis and smiled as she continued, “You can loathe me or detest me, but you must divorce her. I’ve lived long enough anyway, and the most your can do is take my life. I’m not afraid.” Nancy was playing rogue. 

She had zero concerns, especially after discovering Lewis was the one who proposed the 

divorce.