What Separates Me and You

Chapter 45

Chapter 45 What’s the Point of Living

Josephine sat on the sofa, with Lewis drying her hair with a towel. Her face was extremely pale. With the lights above her head shining down at her, she looked as pale as a dead person.

Josephine was staring blankly into space, unmoving. Lewis looked at her, but he didn’t speak a word, continuing to dry her hair instead. He didn’t even ask what happened at Alvarez Manor. She wondered if he had already guessed it or if he just didn’t care what would happen if she went. It was the same as last time. After he found out, he was silent, not even asking her if it hurt.

Right, how would a mute be in pain?

After Lewis towel-dried her hair, he moved on to a blow dryer. She maintained her posture, never moving. Her silky black hair, which framed her face, made her even paler. It was as if she would turn transparent and disappear at any time.

Lewis stood behind her, not uttering a word. Both of them stayed like that in silence.

A ringtone suddenly rang out and broke the atmosphere. It was coming from Lewis’ phone. He put down the blow-dryer and took out his phone, walking to the side to receive the call.

Josephine’s lashes trembled. She turned to look at him and saw him speaking with a solemn expression. She then looked down at her belly, placed her hand on it, and stroked it.

The child was just like her-unwelcome.

She shut her eyes, but she did not cry. Perhaps she had no more tears left. Crying was only an expression of sadness. It could not express despair. Desperation was harder to express.

After Lewis hung up, he went back to Josephine and tussled her hair. “Don’t stay up late; I’m going out for a while.”

Josephine lifted her head, her sparkling eyes looking at him, and nodded with a smile.

Lewis frowned, turning to leave without a word. After a few steps, he turned back and said, “The next time she calls for you, call me.”

Josephine’s gaze flickered. Her heart was in pain as she stared at that distinctly handsome face.

Would there be a next time? Probably not.

Lewis left after that.

As she watched his back, her smile gradually disappeared. She didn’t know where Lewis was going. She curled into a ball on the sofa, guarding the mansion.

It wasn’t long before she felt pain in her belly. That pain was like a constant reminder that a life had left her body. Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

This was the second time. Both times, she was unable to save her innocent baby.

Josephine got up from the sofa with difficulty, tumbling a few times to get to the first aid kit before she found the painkillers inside. Her hands trembled as she fidgeted with the cap, and in the end, the contents of the bottle spilled onto the floor. She kneeled down, picking them up one by one.

As her forehead broke out in a cold sweat, those beads of sweat dripped onto her palms, wetting the tablets of painkillers. She put everything she picked up into her mouth and swallowed hard. She didn’t know if it was because of the bitterness of the painkillers or the intensity of the pain, but a bitter reflux got stuck in her chest. She curled up on the floor and started crying as she trembled.

As she laid on the cold, hard floor, crying her heart out, the only other sound she heard was rain pattering on the glass windows inside the huge, quiet mansion.

It was a long time before Josephine was able to pull herself together, and got up from the floor. Her gaze landed on a fruit knife not far away. She walked toward it, numbly picking it up.

She stared at the fruit knife, the blade reflecting light onto her face, and it was like she could see everything that had happened to her recently. Every image flashed. across the blade until it finally ended with an image of a bloody clump of cells.

The baby must have been in pain, right?

Josephine closed her eyes and felt the blade on her wrists. A thin, red line emerged as the sharp blade pressed into her skin. She just had to pull lightly, and she would be free.

Right at that moment, a notification rang from her pocket.

Josephine opened her eyes, looking at the fruit knife in her hand. It took her a while before she took out her phone from her pocket. It was a message from Avery.

It was a message she had been waiting for, for so long. She couldn’t believe she sent it at a time like this. As her lashes twitched, she opened up Whatsapp and listened to her voice recording.

She heard Avery sighing, “Josephine, how dumb can I be? Lewis said I was dumb; he was actually right. Tell me, what’s the point of a dumb woman like me living? I’m a waste of air and food. It might be better to just die.”

Avery sounded like she had a few drinks, as her voice was slightly muddled.

The knife suddenly slid off Josephine’s hand, hitting the floor with a clear clang. As her grip on her phone tightened, she typed swiftly, “Where are you?” But Avery didn’t reply.

Josephine sent text after text, but was met with silence. She searched her contact list and found Fred’s number, sending him a series of messages. Since Fred and Avery were close, he probably wouldn’t ignore Avery’s predicament.

After a while, Fred replied.

“Don’t worry, Josephine. She won’t really seek death with that personality of hers. She’s just saying it. Those who really want to die won’t say it out loud. Relax, I’ll go find her right now. Take care of yourself first! I’ll make sure to get her to treat you to a meal for scaring you like that!”

As Josephine listened to his voice recording, her eyes went back to the fruit knife on the floor, but she didn’t have the courage to pick it up again.

Perhaps it was Fred’s cheery tone that helped clear away her muddled thoughts, giving her a glimmer of hope. It made her feel like the world was not that bad.

Lewis drove on the dark road, his phone constantly ringing beside him, but he did not pick it up. Very soon, he arrived at Sierra’s place. He keyed in the passcode as usual and opened the door. The first thing he heard was Sierra crying.

“Don’t stop me, Mrs. Wolsey. Nobody cares about me or my life. I don’t want to live anymore; there is no point in living!” Sierra was holding a fruit knife, wanting to cut her wrists, but was being held back by Mrs. Wolsey.

“Ms. Woods, calm down! If anything happens to you, Mr. Alvarez will kill me!”

“Let go of me! I’m the one seeking death, and it has nothing to do with you!”

In their struggle, Mrs. Wolsey looked up and saw Lewis standing by the kitchen door. His hair was slightly messy, and his clothes were damp, while his irritated expression added to his icy stature.

“Mr. Alvarez.” Mrs. Wolsey tried to hint at Sierra. “Mr. Alvarez is here.”

Sierra froze, then said indignantly, “So what! Does he care about my life?”

With that, she was about to cut herself when Lewis just stayed where he was. Sierra held the knife, suddenly not knowing how to end her act. She was fortunate that her back was against Lewis, so he didn’t notice that she was using the blunt side of the knife.

Sierra gradually quieted down. If it were not for the coldness emanating from her back, she would had doubted Lewis’ presence. Her eyes met Mrs. Wolsey’s, and Mrs. Wolsey was as helpless as she was, Mrs. Wolsey’s gaze was as if telling her that she should end the play that she started.

“What’s stopping you?” Lewis finally spoke, his voice hiding a slightly sullen tone.