His Beloved Ex-Wife

The Charming Ex–Wife 

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Through her somewhat blurred vision, Lysander managed to discern her surroundings. As she had suspected, she was back in the hospital room she had previously occupied, with two large bags of IV fluids hanging by the bedside. 

It seemed that she was in a fair amount of danger this time. 

Just as Lysander was about to blink her eyes to clearly see the specific name of the medicine, the door to the sickroom squeaked open, indicating someone was entering. She hadn’t yet figured out how to face them, so she simply closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. 

Accompanied by the softest of footsteps, the visitor halted in front of the sickbed. After quietly observing her for a moment, they gently placed a hand on her forehead. 

The hand was broad and warm, carrying a faint scent of dryness. It was indeed the hand of Josiah. 

After carefully sensing the temperature on Lysander’s forehead for a moment, Josiah then softly spoke to the elders standing by the door, careful not to disturb Lysander’s rest. “The fever has dropped slightly, but there’s still a bit of a low–grade fever.” 

Howard and the others collectively let out a sigh. 

Josiah pulled back his hand, carefully tucking Lysander in under the blanket before he walked over. “Mom, why don’t you accompany Mr. and Mrs. Thorne home first? Everyone’s been having a tough time these past few days. If we continue to overexert ourselves, it won’t be good.” This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Molly watched Lysander on the hospital bed with great unease. “But with Lysa in this state, I won’t be at peace even if I go back.” 

Howard was also worried about his daughter, but considering his wife’s frailty and her reliance on a wheelchair, he advised, “I will check on Lysander with Josiah from time to time. Right now, our priority is to not cause any more problems for the kids. They are tired too. If you collapse again, Josiah will have to take care of you. What about Lysa then?” 

The color palette of the hospital room was incredibly bland, making the face of Josiah, who stood before them, appear particularly pale. Although he had never complained about anything, he was, after all, not made of iron. 

If he continued to juggle both sides like this, the next one who might end up needing an IV 

exhaustion would probably be Josiah. 

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Molly glanced at Josiah and then at Lysander, finally agreeing, albeit reluctantly, to go home and wait for news. Susan naturally had to accompany the two of them back, but she kept looking back every few steps 

she took. 

Josiah stood by the ward’s door for a while, only returning to Lysander’s side after they had disappeared from his sight. 

The chair was carefully lifted and gently placed beside the head of the bed. 

Josiah was leaning over in a close yet somewhat uncomfortable position, gripping Lysander’s hand tightly. After her fever had subsided, her hand had once again become icy cold. Only by holding it this way could he transfer a bit of warmth to her. 

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Lysander’s other hand subtly trembled, barely noticeable. She didn’t react in any other way, except for a slight flutter of her eyelashes. 

These past few days had been exhausting for Josiah, his mind constantly on edge. He didn’t miss even the slightest movement, but he didn’t consider the possibility of her feigning sleep. He was more concerned that she wasn’t resting well, so he got up and meticulously drew the curtains once more. 

As the IV bag that Lysander was hooked up to was almost depleted, he didn’t even press the call bell by her bed. Instead, he went directly to the nurse’s station and fetched someone to change it. When he did so, he didn’t forget to lower his voice to 

a whisper, saying, “She’s been very tired lately, could you please keep it down and let her sleep a bit longer.” 

When he spoke these words, there was a noticeable concern in Josiah’s eyes. This left the nurse, who already knew Lysander, full of doubts, wondering if she had mistaken him for someone else. 

Is he really Dr. Thorne’s lousy ex–husband? He seems so gentle and considerate, it just doesn’t seem right. 

Josiah noticed that the nurse was staring at him even after she had finished removing Lysander’s needle. He moved toward the door before asking, “Is there anything else?” 

The nurse countered, “Are you Mr. Guerra?” 

Without hesitation, Josiah nodded. “That’s me.” 

“Dr. Vale has stopped by the nurse’s station earlier when she was making her rounds,” the nurse began, leading the way. “She instructed me to bring you something if you’re still here in the evening. Would you mind coming with me, please?” 

Lynn had never been particularly fond of Josiah. The only reason she paid any attention to his whereabouts this time was purely out of consideration for Lysander. 

The on–duty doctor had too many patients to care for, so she couldn’t always keep an eye on Lysander’s condition. 

Following the nurse’s lead, Josiah entered the nurse’s station, where, under her direction, he moved a folding bed and a blanket. 

Compared to the creaky and unstable patient’s bed in the hospital room, this bed was much more sturdy. 

“Please convey my thanks to Dr. Vale,” he requested, “and assure her that I will take good care of Lysander.” He understood why Lynn was doing this. 

That night, Josiah stayed by Lysander’s sickbed until late into the night. 

The foldable bed had been set up, but he simply sat on it, showing no intention of lying down. He was afraid that if he accidentally fell asleep, he wouldn’t know when Lysander woke up. 

The doctor who had prescribed medication for Lysander had warned that her health was severely compromised. Her high fever had come on strongly and signs of dehydration were already evident. Once she regained consciousness, it was crucial to promptly replenish her fluids and nutrients. 

On the bedside table, there was a thermos filled with banana oatmeal, and a flask on the floor filled with hot water. 

Everything was prepared by Josiah, he was just waiting for Lysander to wake up. However, she didn’t show 

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any signs of regaining consciousness even in the late night. This made him extremely worried, and he would occasionally reach out to check her forehead temperature. 

Since her fever broke that afternoon, Lysander’s body temperature had returned to normal. Her breathing was light and steady, and she didn’t seem to be exhibiting any unusual symptoms. 

Josiah, filled with uncase, approached the nurse’s station to inquire. Upon learning that drowsiness was a normal symptom after a high fever, he returned to the bedside and took a seat. He gently held her hand and, leaning against the bed’s edge, he sought to catch a brief moment of rest. 

Perhaps it was due to the non–stop hustle and bustle of the past couple of days, he fell into a deep sleep as soon as he closed his eyes. 

By the time he was jolted awake, the sounds of cries and shouts were already echoing from outside. 

Such incidents were common in the hospital ward. Patients would suddenly pass away due to fever, and their families, unable to cope with the loss, would often break down into uncontrollable sobs. This was the usual scene. 

Josiah looked up, catching a sliver of daylight that had seeped in through the curtain. His worry was two- fold. He didn’t want to wake Lysander, but he also feared that the sound of crying from outside might upset her, stirring painful memories. Almost instinctively, he found himself wanting to offer her a few words of comfort. 

Before he could even utter a word, his gaze was already fixed intently on the hospital bed. 

The quilt was neatly spread out on the bed, and Lysander was nowhere to be found. 

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