His Beloved Ex-Wife

Chapter 729 Things Will Eventually Get Better Even so, Lysander was considerate of Josiah's pride and refrained from forcibly tugging at his trouser leg.

Josiah's expression was somewhat grim. "Forget it; it's not like you had a great impression ofanyway. I'm not afraid of it getting any worse." Subconsciously, he rubbed his faintly bruised chin, managing a bitter smile.

He probably never looked as unsightly as he did at that moment in his entire life.

Lysander believed she knew Josiah fairly well. She was mindful of his feelings as she gently said, "It seems like you've hurt your bone." As her words fell, he no longer cared about how he looked.

His bone injury was not just a temporary affliction and appeared to be permanent. No wonder he was in such pain when he walked.

Lysander stood up and said, "You need to go to the hospital for an X-ray. I'm not an orthopedic doctor, so I can't help you. And a family doctor won't do either. Also, it would be best if you get a full check-up. Your skin feels unusually hot." It was highly likely that Josiah had been running a low-grade fever all this time. Under such circumstances, he absolutely needed to get an IV drip for his fever. "Can I rest a bit before we go?" Josiah was not oblivious to his own physical condition, but he was truly exhausted, having not slept since yesterday afternoon. Lysander looked into his eyes, noticing his dark eye circles and the fatigue in his gaze. She turned around and poured him a glass of water.

Josiah drained his cup in one gulp.

Lysander poured him another cup, unable to resist asking, "Where did you go after you left? I couldn't find you anywhere; I even thought you might be dead. Madam Susan and Howard were all extremely worried." He had covered his tracks so well that even the police, who were in charge of the search, never imagined that he was still alive.

Josiah's voice finally lost its hoarseness after swater. "I visited a place where we once spent ttogether. Tiffany might send smen to wreck the place again." Lysander asked in disbelief, "You returned to the mountain village where I used to provide medical support?" No wonder the police in Harborbrook couldn't find any traces related to him. Everyone assumed he had met with an accident during the fire. Little did they know he had quietly slipped away, far beyond their reach. Josiah gave a slight nod.

"I should have told you earlier to alleviate your concerns, but the situation was too critical at that time, and there wasn't enough tto do anything else. When we finally reached the village, I could have sent you a message, but I was afraid of tipping off the enemy, so I had no choice but to lay low. Tiffany's cunning and more formidable than her father. She has a crew of bodyguards acting as her henchmen. She had probably been planning to transfer her wealth for a while. She could cause a lot of havoc with her money. There was unrest in the village because of this," explained Josiah.

Upon learning that he had been staying in the village for a while, Lysander voiced her concern, "Is everyone over there doing alright?" "Everyone was doing well," began Josiah with a slight smile. "When I was leaving, Mr. Alvarez and the nurses askedto send their regards to you." He then proceeded to share about the happier instances during his investigation period.

"I suppose I've reaped the rewards of being a good person this taround. If it weren't for the construction team and medical staff providing cover, my abrupt appearance in the village would have definitely been noticed. Speaking of which, that volunteer teacher was a big help. He was behind that anonymous letter to us." Josiah's voice grew softer as he spoke, and it was too difficult to keep his eyes open.

Lysander didn't bother him with questions, seeing him on the verge of collapse. She simply reached out and gently supported him.

There was always tomorrow.

Josiah, whether unintentionally or deliberately, found himself leaning into her embrace, falling into the most peaceful sleep he had experienced in days.

Lysander had only been apart from him for half a month. However, upon seeing him again, it felt as if eons had passed. That realization put her in a daze.

By the tCarol finished her immediate tasks and gave the couple what she thought was enough tfor them to finish their discussion, she returned to find Josiah in a deep sleep.

"Mr. Guerra" Carol had barely begun to speak when she saw Lysander raise a finger to her lips, signaling her to be silent. Immediately understanding her intent, Carol fell silent, mouthing the rest of her message.

Josiah Guerra leaned into Lysander's embrace, a touch of color returning to his pale complexion. A serene smile played at the corners of his lips, a stark contrast to the guarded expression he had worn for so long.

It seemed as though he was truly exhausted this time.

Lysander gently touched his forehead, noticing that it was still feverish. She delicately shifted his neck, intending to get up. However, before she could actually leave, he began to mumble in his sleep.

"Don't leave." Left with no other choice, Lysander had to sit back down. Her gaze fell on Carol as she murmured, "Blanket, please." Carol quickly fetched a blanket, and in a hushed tone audible only to her and Lysander, she said, "Mrs.

Guerra, the last tI saw Mr. Guerra with such a peaceful expression was when he was taking care of you in the hospital" The roles between the two had now reversed.

A sense of helplessness and ironically, calmness, descended upon Lysander. She softly replied, “Let him sleep then. Please update Madam Susan to ease her worries. Once Josiah wakes up, I'll accompany him to the hospital." Josiah slept soundly through the day, not waking until the evening.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Lysander slowly rising from his side.

She was likely inspecting his leg injury.

Lysander's expression was somewhat serious. "Are you awake now?" "Mmm." Josiah was still a bit groggy. "My leg."

Lysander helped him roll down his pant leg, saying, "Once you're awake, tidy up a bit. I'll take you to the m hospital You've fractured your leg but it wasn't treated in time, so the bone has healed crookedly. We need to go to the orthopedic department techave the alignment corrected." "If I were to get my bone alignment corrected, would I have to use a wheelchair?" asked Josiah.

"Though your left leg isn't broken, it must have suffered sdamage. We'll need to get it checked at the hospital to understand the extent of the injury. To be on the safe side, you should use a wheelchair." Josiah whined, "Can't I even use a cane?" "Sure, but you might end up with uneven legs in the future," Lysander replied flatly.

Seeing that he was in better spirits, Lysander took Josiah straight to the hospital.

As expected, the examination results confirmed a fractured right leg and a minor bone fracture on his feft leg.

There were also minor burns on his body. Ideally, he would need to be hospitalized during his treatment. The doctor who saw Josiah was well-acquainted with Lysander, and upon reviewing the medical report, he sighed in relief.

"Thankfully, his burns had received sbasic treatment, otherwise his condition would have been much worse. Even though his bones were set, it was clear he hadn't refrained from moving around. His situation had gone from bad to worse. He needs to refrain from any. unnecessary movement during his recovery, especially avoiding placing зима weight on his leg." Lysander listened intently. In contrast, Josiah's demeanor hardly resembled that of a patient. There was no helping it; he hadn't seen her in such a long time, and his longing for her was overwhelming.

There was an adage saying that a day apart between lovers felt like an eternity. His current emotions were akin to having separated from her since his past life.

As for the injuries on my body.

Josiah figured he'd see her regularly again in the future, so he decided to take things slow. After all, things were bound to get better eventually.