What Separates Me and You

Chapter 277

Chapter 277 Losing All Reason When He Was in a Frenzy

Josephine stared at Ellie and the man beside her.

The man, dressed in a crimson tuxedo, had short wavy hair that framed his face, combining elements of masculinity and femininity. A faint smile played on his lips.

However, it was safe to say he didn’t look feminine. He was 6 feet 2 inches tall. With that

towering build, it was unlikely that he was a female.

Josephine was dazed for a moment, during which they approached her. Josephine stared at the man blankly.

“Thanks for helping, Mrs. Price.” Seth smiled as he expressed his gratitude to Ellie.

Ellie smiled and said, “Go on, take her back.”

Seth nodded and squatted before Josephine, looking into her eyes with a smile. “Do you remember me?”

Josephine observed the face before her for a long time. She couldn’t recall anything, not even one image of him. She shook her head.

Seth wasn’t annoyed; he seemed to have seen this coming. He held Josephine’s wrist, and Josephine intuitively cowered, which was useless because his grip was tight.

Seth’s gaze fell on her bleeding hands, and he clicked his tongue. Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

He asked Ellie to get him the first aid kit. Then, he pulled Josephine to her feet and into the storage room.

Seth lifted a brow when he saw the mess and bloodstains on the floor.

Josephine’s eyes never left him. She had no idea who this man was-or perhaps she had forgotten him.

She had lost various parts of her memory due to this illness; forgetting another person didn’t sound too big of a deal. She couldn’t even recognize Lewis, whom she was so close to.

Shortly, Ellie brought the first aid kit to them.

Seth took out the disinfectant solution. He cleaned Josephine’s wounds before applying the disinfectant solution to them. He seemed gentle with his touch, but he didn’t even pause when Josephine was shaking from the pain.

The gash was pretty deep and required sutures.

Surprisingly, Seth took out the suture kit and started stitching her wounds,

The moment the needle tip penetrated her skin, Josephine couldn’t help but yelp in agony.

Although her voice was raspy, it was audibly high-pitched, just like a kitten’s.

Seth looked up at her in surprise.

Tears welled up in her eyes, sparkling under the light, ready to fall anytime. Anyone would have felt sympathy toward her.

Seth continued.

It stung so much that Josephine’s fingers trembled like leaves. But Seth held her tightly, and she couldn’t move.

As Seth sutured her wounds, he said with a faint smile, “You were so courageous when you grabbed the knife, weren’t you? You now know how torturing that can be.”

Josephine was stunned. How did he know what happened?

Seth held her wrist as he closed the wounds on her palms. Josephine almost blacked out from

the

pain but snapped back to her senses as the next wave of pain washed over her.

Josephine eventually grew numb after a few more times.

After he was done, Josephine’s body sagged like a spineless slug on the chair, profusely sweating as if she had just finished a marathon.

“Can you walk?” asked Seth.

Josephine opened her eyes with a struggle and cast him a glance before her eyelids drooped. again. She tried to stand, but not even an ounce of energy was left in her body. She fell back on the chair.

Seth bent his body and carried her. Then, he headed for the entrance of the storage room.

Josephine’s mind was in a muddle. She was very sleepy and could barely keep herself awake. She looked at Seth’s chin. Slowly, her sight clouded over, and she eventually gave in to the sleepiness.

Meanwhile, Lewis was again at the hospital, all because of the bloody cough he hacked in the car. Conrad disregarded his instructions in fright and brought him to the hospital without his

consent.

Conrad knew what he must do in such situations.

Lewis mustn’t die, and it was not only because of the considerable salary and social status he himself had earned but also, to a greater extent, because of the number of rivals Lewis made. Plus, Conrad did most of the dirty deeds for Lewis.

Lewis was his shield. If Lewis fell, he would go down as well.

After arriving at the hospital, the doctor requested him to have an x-ray done.

Before this, Lewis could have recovered with a good rest, but after all the hullabaloo he went through, his fractured bone had moved from its intended position, and he now required

surgery.

Lewis denied the suggestion the second he heard the word “surgery.” He stated, “I refuse the surgery.”

Conrad wanted to talk him into it, but he remembered their situation. They would have to put many matters on hold if Lewis had to stay in the hospital after the surgery.

The doctor pondered and said hesitantly. “If you’re not keen on the surgery, you can turn to conservative management. However, you must promise to rest in bed and avoid all activities.”

Lewis asked, “For how long?”

The doctor answered, “Around one to two months. It usually heals after three months.”

Upon hearing that, Lewis cast aside the sheets and left the bed.

Conrad immediately stopped Lewis and persuaded him good-naturedly, “Sir, why don’t heed the doctor’s advice? Even if you refuse to have the surgery done or lie in bed for two months, you can at least stay in the hospital under observation for a couple of days.”

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The doctor suggested the same, “That’s true. You’ll have to be placed under observation for three days to a week to rule out infections or injuries on your other organs before you’re safe to be discharged.”

Lewis grew impatient. He was ready to leave.

Conrad was perplexed. He could only play his trump card. “Perhaps I should call madam to come over.”

After he said that, the surrounding air grew chilly. Lewis frostily asked, “Who are you calling madam?”

Conrad paused before stuttering, “J-Josephine, of course…”

He realized almost immediately they were divorced, and Josephine was now someone else’s wife.

He was landing himself in trouble.

“Conrad, mention her again, and I’ll rip out your tongue!” Although Lewis’ voice was weak, his words were terrifying.

Conrad didn’t doubt for a moment that he was capable of just that.

If it weren’t for Josephine stopping him with her life back in the storage room, Quintin would have already been dead.

Lewis would lose all reason when he was in a frenzy.

Conrad nodded and zipped his mouth. Then, he asked again, “Should I notify Miss Woods?”

Lewis looked daggers at him at that.

Conrad flinched and sheepishly pulled the blanket over Lewis. “It’s late now, and nothing requires your attention. You can rest for the night and leave tomorrow.”

Lewis didn’t refuse this time. He wearily leaned against the headboard and closed his eyes.

Get out.”

“Yes, sir.” Conrad left the room with the doctor after ensuring Lewis wasn’t planning to leave the hospital.

A deafening silence ensued.

After Conrad left the room, he sent Josephine a text message.

Even though Lewis had restricted Conrad from mentioning Josephine, Lewis wasn’t himself since he discovered Quintin and Josephine had acquired their marriage license.

Conrad didn’t dare envision what would happen if Josephine didn’t get a divorce from Quintin and ignored Lewis any further-his life would be a living hell.

Conrad finished typing the message and sent it.

At that moment, Josephine was still in a coma. Naturally, she didn’t see Conrad’s message.

Standing before the window, Seth looked back at the phone on the bedside.

He smiled.

Things were getting interesting.

Lewis stirred up a massive commotion. He was eager to see how Lewis would settle it this time.