His Beloved Ex-Wife

Chapter 728 Are You Worried AboutJosiah attempted to stand, but his legs felt wobbly still. He had no choice but to brace himself against the table to move.

He let out a chuckle, suggesting, "Let's head back to the office first. There are too many prying eyes here. We can't guarantee that we won't be interrupted. I have something important to discuss with you." Lysander managed to suppress the surge of emotions within her until she returned to Josiah's office. She then gently closed the door behind them.

She turned around to face him and questioned, "Where have you been all this while? Why did you disappear without a word? Do you have any idea how I..." Josiah's lips curled into a smile. "How you..." "Not me, but Madam Susan." Lysander bit her lip, striving to maintain a composed facade. "You have no idea how worried she was about you." "And what about you?" "...." "Were you worried about me?" Lysander glanced at him, not offering a response. Instead, she asked, "Are you all right?" "You were worried about me." Lysander was rendered speechless.

Josiah watched her, his heart softening. Subconsciously, he reached out, intending to embrace her. But midway, he hesitated and withdrew his hand, careful not to make any contact.

His hands had accumulated numerous tiny scars, and his skin had considerably darkened. Furthermore, calluses had formed on the base of his fingers from constant friction.

Josiah gave her a once over. "You've lost weight again." Lysander was already quite slender to begin with, and after enduring this period of hardship, she had lost even more weight. Her petite face was now dominated by a pair of large eyes, which stood out prominently.

Josiah was genuinely worried that she might be too thin for her own good. He couldn't help but ask again, "Are you alright? I intended to stay with you that day, but they returned, and the staircase collapsed from the fire..." It turned out that at the very moment when Lysander had passed out due to smoke inhalation, he was also nearing his limit. He had thought he would be the first to succumb to the fiery inferno, but against all odds, he caught sight of Tiffany's bodyguard who had left and returned.

He knew the latter didn't cto rescue anyone. They were merely there to ascertain his and Lysander's fate. Though Tiffany seemed to have somewhat lost her mind, her actions indicated a clear-headed rationality. She would not tolerate the existence of two individuals who had seen through her true nature and potentially held evidence against her.

At this thought, Josiah mustered a surge of strength on the brink of death. Just as the flames were about to completely sever the connection between the staircase and the wall, he crouched down, readying himself to leap downward.

The warehouse's ceiling towered well above that of a typical residential building. Below, the ground was made of unforgiving concrete. It was safe to say that an ordinary person leaping from such a height would undoubtedly meet their end. Josiah carefully timed his jump as the staircase collapsed, significantly reducing the chances of him getting injured. However, despite his precautions, his ankle, which had been injured before, throbbed with a piercing pain. His ability to run was hindered as a result.

The bodyguard, whom Tiffany had assigned to collect his body, was taken aback upon finding him still alive and quickly pursued him.

Josiah was worried they would discover Lysander, who had already escaped to a relatively safer area. He gritted his teeth to endure the pain and ran in the opposite direction. Removing his coat to cover his mouth and nose, he traversed through an area that was not as severely burnt. Once he was through, he tossed his coat behind him.

The flames swiftly incinerated the garment.

The bodyguard was uncertain whether Josiah had already died amidst the flames, but considering his own safety, he chose to turn and leave.

Josiah managed to hide in the shadows, enduring until the sound of sirens filled the air. Only after seeing Lysander being lifted into the ambulance did he feel relieved enough to leave.

After hearing the convoluted tale, Lysander wiped away her tears and put on a complex expression. "So, you were injured back then, but instead of going to the hospital, you chose to leave alone. Do you have any idea how dangerous that was?" "I understand, but I had no choice." With a bitter smile, Josiah said, "Never in the thirty years of my life have I been pressured to this extent Tiffany may be young, but she's ruthless, and there are many the nea simply can't do openly. So, I chose to operate from the shadows instead." | As he spoke, he shifted awkwardly to the side. After standing for such a long time, he could no longer pretend that he wasn't hurt.

Lysander snapped back to reality and took the initiative to lend him a hand. "Why don't you sit down first." Josiah, with cold sweat trickling down his forehead, struggled to take a seat. His leg throbbed with pain with every movement, even the slightest bend was unbearable. In his haste to return, his injury had unfortunately worsened.

Seeing how tormenting it was to him, Lysander took a deep breath, putting her doctor's hat back on. Rolling up her sleeves, she said, "You must go to the hospital now. By the goto way, you mentioned earlier that you had something to take care of. Now that you're back, have managed to sort everything out?" He had already made an appearance at the meeting earlier, so even if he were to order those who attended the meeting to keep his return a secret, it would be too late.

Moreover, many of them were not on his side.

Josiah spoke softly while recounting the situation to Lysander. "Before I chere, specifically handed over all the evidence implicating Dillon and Tiffany in the poisoning and myrder to the police. However, their procedure prevents the news from spreading quickly, but they will soon be convicted. At that point, there won't be anything to worry about." The reason he had disappeared for so long was to avoid dragging Lysander back into the mess caused by Riveron Corporation. Now, at last, he could tell her everything without any reservations.

Lysander bent down, intending to roll up his pant leg. She wanted to first check on his injured shin.

When Josiah felt the warmth of her fingertips, he recoiled as if he was burnt by it. He spoke in a slightly flustered manner. "I'll call the family doctor after a short rest. You don't need to worry." During that period, he simply couldn't afford to care about his personal image. Although he had made a point to freshen up and change his clothes before setting off, the urgency of the situation limited what he could do.

From his point of view, his current appearance would only tarnish m Lysander's impression of him.

Lysander saw through Josiah's thoughts and, with a determined look, rolled up his pant leg to his knee. She said, "I am a doctor. Why seek help elsewhere when I'm just right here?" "You work in the obstetrics and gynecology department. This isn't your field of expertise." "Josiah." "Hmm?"

Lysander lifted her head, meeting his gaze. "Are you afraid of embarrassing e yourself in front of me?" Josiah was clearly taken aback.

"Of course not." "You're a grown man. Why are you dawdling?" As she spoke, she reached again for his pant leg.

Josiah held her hand. "Lysander, don't look." Lysander's hands cto a halt.

She then heard him say, "My leg... looks ugly now." Lysander had already touched his skin.

Through the layer of fabric, she could distinctly feel a noticeable indentation beneath her fingertips.

A wound like that... has to be serious.

Lysander pursed her lips lightly. "I'm a doctor, not a fashion designer. Since when are wounds supposed to look good?"