What Separates Me and You novel Chapter 231

Chapter 231 Will to Live 

“It’s hard to say. She’s still young, so her condition can still be managed as long as she takes the medication,” Dr. Halliday explained. Realizing that he had veered off topic, he paused and then changed it back. “This illness will cause progressive memory loss. Not only will she be unable to remember what happened the day before, but she will also start to forget more and more things as the illness progresses, including the past. Eventually, she won’t remember anyone, including herself. From the many cases I’ve studied, most patients do not die from the illness but rather from accidents or going missing. Naturally, there are a few fortunate ones who lived long enough to the point of forgetting how to walk and eat… and end up in a vegetative state.” He took a deep breath before saying what was considered the best outcome. 

Caring for someone in a vegetative state required a lot of energy and funds, which he believed someone like Lewis was more than capable of. The only question was-how long could Josephine’s body hold out? Based on her current condition, it didn’t look like she had enough will to live to last until the vegetative state stage. 

Lewis lit yet another cigarette after listening to Dr. Halliday’s explanation. He inhaled it so quickly that it looked as though he would finish it in only two breaths. However, he seemed to have inhaled too hard on the final one as he choked and immediately began coughing. The sound of his coughing echoed throughout the study and was akin to a patient who was suffering from tuberculosis. 

“Mr. Alvarez…” 

Lewis coughed for quite some time before grabbing the mug of cold coffee off the table and taking a swig out of it. His complexion quickly returned to normal, and he placed the mug back down before looking at Dr. Halliday. “Is there a treatment plan?” 

“There isn’t one currently,” Dr. Halliday said as he shook his head woefully. “But I will do my best to find one. I’ve been spending my recent time researching this illness.” 

“How effective is the medication you mentioned?” 

“Although it has an inhibitory effect, it cannot be administered as the sole treatment plan. However, it is still necessary to take it to slow down the rate of her condition’s deterioration,” Dr. Halliday replied. 

Lewis nodded. “You may leave.” 

Discreetly breathing a sigh of relief, Dr. Halliday had just only reached the door when Lewis suddenly called out to him. “Wait.” 

Dr. Halliday halted his stride and instantly felt a chill creep up his spine. Stiffening before the door, he mechanically turned his head and strained a smile. “Yes, Mr. Alvarez?” 

Lewis was glaring at him. “Is there anything else that you’re keeping from me?” 

Dr. Halliday’s neck tensed, and he forcefully swallowed before responding, “I don’t think so 

Lewis’ eyes narrowed, and it looked as though a murderous intent had flashed across them. Dr. Halliday’s statement was full of loopholes, but Lewis didn’t question him further. “There better not be,” Lewis warned. 

“Yup, there isn’t anything else. It is just this one thing!” Dr. Halliday nodded thoughtfully. 

“Get out!” Lewis’ sudden flare in temper scared Dr. Halliday so much that he fumbled as he 

ran out. 

Josephine was still eating when he went downstairs. She ate slowly, only touching the dishes in front of her. The ones farther away remained untouched as she waited for Lewis to join her. Dr. Halliday hesitated as he stared at her back but didn’t say anything and merely collected his equipment before gloomily driving away. 

She took a few more bites before gazing upstairs. Lewis still had yet to come downstairs, and the food was getting cold. She stood up, headed to the study, and knocked on the door. 

“Enter.” 

Pushing open the door, the scent of cigarettes greeted her, permeating the room despite its large size. She couldn’t fathom how many sticks he had smoked with the window closed. Walking up to him, she raised her hands and signed. “Aren’t you going to eat?’ 

Lewis held a freshly-lit cigarette between his fingertips. The smoke from it filled the space between them like a wall. Despite her best efforts, Josephine found it difficult to discern his expression, obscured by the haze that lingered in the air. 

He suddenly put out his cigarette and reached out toward her. “Come here.” 

Josephine complied, stood next to him, and stared at him. 

Holding her hands in his, he, too, looked at her. “What do you still remember?” 

Josephine was silent at his repeated question. She still remembered a lot of things, but she didn’t know what he was referring to. 

“Do 

you still remember Quintin?” 

She nodded. Similar to Dr. Halliday, she only remembered his name and appearance but nothing else. 

“Sierra?” 

Her expression changed when she heard this name. Retracting her hands, she lowered her head and didn’t respond, but her reaction was a clear answer. How could she possibly forget Sierra? That woman was permanently engraved in her mind and was the reason Lewis had neglected her countless times. She didn’t know what Lewis had in mind by suddenly bringing 

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Sierra up when he had never done so in front of her in the past. 

Lewis stared at her for some time before slowly forcing out his next words. “Do you still remember Mrs. Jinkins?” His gaze was glued to her face so that he wouldn’t miss even the slightest change. 

She was stunned and tried hard to recall this person, but her mind was blank. However, she felt a faint ache in her heart. Her subconscious was telling her that the person was probably important to her, but she had forgotten entirely about her. 

“You don’t remember anymore?” 

Josephine nodded. 

He pulled her onto his lap the next moment and embraced her, raising one hand to stroke her face. His body smelled heavily of cigarette smoke. The scent was slightly suffocating, and she could smell them on his sleeves. Even his collar and shoulders carried the distinct odor of 

smoke. 

“What to do?” He sounded as though he was talking to himself and teasing her. 

Pursing her lips, she felt a spike of panic and hurriedly signed, “I’ll try my best to remember.” 

“It’s fine. You don’t need to,” he murmured, leaning in and grabbing her hands to halt their