His Beloved Ex-Wife

Chapter 731 Hard To Pursue You "Why didn't you tellyour injuries were this serious?" Lysander had been too busy with other matters while accompanying him to the doctor, so she hadn't been there during the first dressing change. Now, she could see firsthand the extent of his injuries.

The burns were particularly gruesome. His waist was covered in large blisters where the flames had licked him. Due to his repeated aggravation and lack of proper treatment, scarring seemed likely. This was the result after the villagers had treated him with their traditional methods.

Lysander couldn't imagine how he managed to travel to the mountain village with such severe injuries on the day the warehouse burned down. Her voice trembled as she asked, "The industrial zone is far away from the village. Did you take a taxi?" "Yeah, I even got turned down once." Josiah truthfully replied, "I took a taxi to town, but the driver refused to go further even when I offered more money. Luckily, someone from the construction team who was out shopping happened to bringin. I guess I was lucky." Josiah described his arduous journey to the village as if he were recounting the trials of a pilgrimage. There was a faint cheerful note in his words.

Lysander sensed the danger he had faced. "Didn't you ever think about what would happen if something went wrong on the way, what would happen to Madam Susan?" At that moment, she almost blurted out to ask, If something were to happen to him, what would Aurora and I do? Will I really have to choose someone to take over Thorne Constructions and Energies? "I did think about it," Josiah replied seriously.

"I've actually planned everything in advance. Did you..." he paused, unconsciously touching his nose, realizing his awkwardness. Instead, he asked her, "Do you remember what I said at the fire scene?" At that critical moment, he couldn't afford to worry about anything else. He could only prioritize and deal with the most urgent matters.

Looking back, it was truly embarrassing.

Lysander handed him a towel wrung out in hot water. "Of course, I remember. If you hadn't cback, I would've had to make another trip to the bank and scare people with the shareholder contract. There's no turning back after that is done. Once it's revealed, if we ever have a falling out, I might go back on my word, and you won't be able to return to the Guerra Group." As Lysander had already learned the truth, Josiah took the towel to wipe himself off. He explained quietly, "I didn't mean to keep it from you. I just thought you might not want what I offered." She had severed ties with him cleanly. The shares, which others coveted, were a burden to her.

Fearing Josiah might relapse into a fever, Lysander turned on the heater. The bathroom suddenly felt unusually warm, almost hot.

"I'm really not interested in those things. If you giveshares, I'd rather you build more hospitals and schools in the village," she said, pushing up her sleeves to reveal her smooth forearms.

Josiah agreed without hesitation, "Once the new hospital in the village is completed, I'll continue to coordinate support for the mountain villages that are in need. By the way, do you have any additional opinions on the foundation?" This was likely the matter that most concerned Lysander among that pile of documents, far outweighing the potential wealth and power that could fall into her hands.

After careful consideration, Lysander replied, "No, your thoughts are thorough enough. The foundation should be managed by professionals. My amateur opinions would only cause trouble." He was back, so she should withdraw from anything related to Guerra Group. She just said, "You should focus on your own injuries for now. We can talk about these matters later." "Yeah, okay." The bathroom's ceiling light cast a soft glow, giving her face a gentle radiance. She looked at Josiah earnestly, treating him like a patient who needed care.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere else?" Josiah's throat tightened. "Not at the moment. But could you not leave just yet?" Patiently, Lysander said, "I never said I was leaving. The doctor said you can't put weight on your injured leg until the bone fully heals. If you do, you'll risk complications, from a limp at best to needing crutches permanently." All her previous patients had been women. It felt strange now to be caring for a male patient. Fortunately, Josiah was a familiar face.

Josiah didn't want Lysander to see him just as a patient or a lifesaver. He couldn't help but say, "I don't know what it is, but when you're here, even my injuries don't seem so unbearable." "Who taught you that? It sounds a bit cheesy, to be honest." The bathroom seemed to grow warmer.

Josiah rubbed his temples helplessly. "It was Nilou and Rhizone's father who taughthow how to say that. Supposedly, thhe won over their mother." Lysander furrowed her brow in disapproval. "I thought only Aiden, that playboy, would say such cheesy things." Josiah chuckled wryly. "I've been too busy lately. I haven't had tto see him." That made sense.

Josiah still couldn't believe it. "Is it really that cheesy?" "Well, I think it's a bit." "Wow." Josiah shook his head, "It must be really difficult to pursue you." Lysander raised her chin. "Do you think I'm one of those fangirls outside who scream when they see you?" "I don't have fans." "Isn't Tiffany one?" "She doesn't count." Tiffany, with her scheming nature, wasn't a naive, love-struck girl.

Her intentions were clear. She wanted a strong alliance with the Guerra Group to achieve greater business success together.

If there was any affection, it was secondary to her ambitions.

Lysander ticked off her fingers. “She's younger than you, petite, and you always say you see her as a little sister. If that's not a fan what is?"

"She..." Josiah instinctively wanted to argue, but then realized something more important. "Are you jealous?" intonan Lysander got serious. "I'm defining terms here, and you're accusing me." Josiah grinned mischievously.

"Okay, Dr Thorne is indifferent and will never be jealous. Hey, when Daphne changed her name, why didn't you change yours too?" "Her last nis Everhart, so her new nsounds nicer. What could I change to?" "Thorne..." Josiah murmured her surnand recalled her approach to life. He blurted out, "Peace?" Lysander was speechless for a moment but felt relieved to banter with Josiah despite everything.

"Stop teasing. You're covered in lorde At blood and dirt. I'll go fill shot water for your Clean yourself up." Josiah smiled softly. "Okay." Lysander checked the water temperature, then pushed his wheelchair to the edge of the bathtub.

She had placed all his toiletries and clean clothes within easy reach.

Only then did she step out.