What Separates Me and You

Chapter 195



Chapter 195

Chapter 195 Damn You, Josephine

The call was answered immediately.

“Mr. Alvarez! I need to talk to you about Mrs. Alvarez.”

Dr. Halliday had barely finished speaking when Lewis monotonously cut him off. “You don’t need to tell me anything about her from now on.”

“But she-”

“I’m sure I can find something for you to do if you’re bored, Dr. Halliday.”

Lewis was telling Dr. Halliday to mind his own business. Dr. Halliday gulped and didn’t dare to bring the subject up again. “Alright, Mr. Alvarez. Goodbye.”

Dr. Halliday ended the call when he finished speaking and briskly walked up to Josephine, who was squatting on the floor and silently crying. He let out yet another long sigh when he took in her appearance.

“Do you have anywhere to go, Mrs. Al-Miss Vance? I’ll help you move your things.” NôvelDrama.Org © content.

She was at a loss once again.

His heart thumped loudly-he couldn’t bring her to his own house, could he? He didn’t have the guts for it as she was still Lewis’ ex-wife even though they were now divorced.

“How about I help you look for a place to stay?”

eyes.

She stared at him for a while and suddenly smiled when she saw the worried look in his Her smile was mournful yet dazzling. She probably would be living a very blessed life right now if she had cooperatively agreed to be his godsister back then, wouldn’t she? Sure enough, those who were too greedy wouldn’t have a happy end.

Dr. Halliday opened his mouth but didn’t know what to say, wondering if she had gone mad

from shock

“How long more will you both be? I want to lock up,” Fiona pressed.

Josephine snapped out of her daze and looked at Dr. Halliday again. She didn’t know who else she could turn to for help besides him.

“We’re leaving now. I’ll move her things,” Dr. Halliday swiftly replied to Fiona.

Josephine was about to help him when he stopped her. “I’ll be fine on my own. You’re still injured.”

She lowered her head and didn’t say anything.

They worked quickly, braving the rain to move each bag. It was as though they were

passersby, arriving in a hurry and messily leaving. Her heart felt as though it had been gouged out from having her sense of belonging stripped away. Her empty heart no longer had a home. to return to. She had quite a lot of belongings. Dr. Halliday stuffed his car trunk as much as possible and even had to load her things into the backseat. The car was packed to the brim in order to load everything in.

Josephine sat in the car and watched as the villa’s main gates slowly closed. It was similar to her locking the villa up properly whenever she left it, except this time, she wasn’t the one closing the gates. She kept her gaze on the reflection of the villa in the rearview mirror. As Dr. Halliday drove away, it

gradually became smaller and fuzzier under the curtain of heavy rain. before it finally vanished from sight.

She placed a hand over her heart and could feel a deep ache resonating within. Even breathing became a painful endeavor. Dr. Halliday drove around Elysium for some time, contemplating where to go before eventually heading toward an old, secluded neighborhood.

“My grandfather used to live here, but he has passed on, so you can stay here.”

She looked at him gratefully. He was truly a good person, selflessly helping her. Perhaps this was the kind nature of a doctor. Rummaging through her things, Josephine came across a messenger bag and found a notebook inside. She opened it only to find that there was an absence of entries from the recent days. No ink was spilled to document any of the distressing events that had unfolded, but she did write that she wanted to go to the hospital to see Mrs. Jinkins and, at the same time, couldn’t help but ponder, “But who is this Mrs. Jinkins?” She had also written about Quintin and buying dog food.

Flipping through the pages until she landed on a blank one, her expression turned vacant. The past few days’ events remained unrecorded, leaving her clueless about the reason for her divorce. She sighed dejectedly before picking up a pen and writing, “Dr. Halliday is a good person.” She also wrote down how she and Lewis had gotten divorced today and the address of her new residence because Dr. Halliday had told her that these were all important things.

Recording the divorce between her and Lewis served as a safeguard against her forgetfulness, ensuring she wouldn’t inadvertently bother him when he already didn’t want her. If she were to do that, it would only make him hate her even more. Yet, upon deeper contemplation, she surmised that her divorce was likely due to her failure to adhere to his instructions, her subpar cooking, or her inability to maintain a clean household. However, these were simply lies she had told herself. He just didn’t love her. A person who was unloved by another was like trash that could simply be discarded without reason… 1

“Now that you’ll be living alone, you shouldn’t leave the house unless necessary,” Dr. Halliday instructed. He was very concerned about her current condition. There was no telling when she’d leave the house one day and forget how to return home. At this thought, he retrieved a stack of sticky notes from his medicine bag, wrote down his instructions, and pasted it on the inside of the door so that she would see it every time she opened it. Writing something else, he stuck it to the headboard of her bed so that she would see it whenever she woke up. Further notes adorned the fridge, kitchen cabinet, and any other spots that she was certain to take

notice of.

Once he had finished placing the sticky notes, he meticulously inspected each one, ensuring they were in their designated spots. Satisfied with his handiwork, he turned his attention to Josephine. “It’s all set,” he remarked, addressing her softly. “Make sure to take

your medication. I know you might not remember me saying this, but you’ll find a reminder on your headboard when you wake up.”

Josephine snapped out of her reverie, nodded her head, and signed, “Thank you.”

“I have to go to work. Rest up, and I’ll visit you once my shift ends.”

She nodded again.

As Dr. Halliday prepared to depart, he was taken aback to find someone standing outside the door. The man was dressed in a bright red tuxedo. His arms were crossed over his chest as he leaned against the door frame. His wavy short hair was tousled and wet from the rain. Dr. Halliday initially couldn’t discern the person’s gender, but upon noticing that he was half a head taller than he was, he tentatively asked, “Who are you looking for, sir?”

The man turned and looked at Dr. Halliday. “I’m here to see Josephine,” he said with a faint

smile.

“And you are…

“Nice to meet you, Dr. Halliday. I’m Seth Fairchild.” Seth smiled and extended his hand.

Realization dawned on Dr. Halliday. Seth Fairchild, the socially active son-in-law of the Alvarez family, had been ranked in the top three on an online list of handsome men created by fangirls. The accuracy of the ranking remained uncertain, as the authenticity of the votes couldn’t be verified. However, now that Dr. Halliday had met Seth in person, the ranking results seemed not far-fetched at all.

“Ah, you’re Mr. Fairchild,” he hurriedly replied after coming back to his senses, “How kind of you to come. I’ll let you two catch up. Goodbye.”

Seth nodded and watched as Dr. Halliday left. He then entered the house and closed the door. behind him, casting a shadow over the room. Josephine stood there and looked at him blankly, unsure as to why he was there. He touched the sticky note on the door as he read it before scanning around the room. He proceeded to the fridge and read its content before finally returning his attention to her. Walking up to her, he raised a hand to touch her face, but she instinctively stepped back.

He chuckled lightly and withdrew his hand, leaning in closer to her. His gaze lingered on her for a moment before he posed the question, “Do you really have Alzheimer’s?” Once the words had left his mouth, he laughed as he found the notion of being diagnosed with a condition associated with old age amusing and unbelievable.

“I can’t believe he divorced you.” He seemed to be speaking to himself as he took a step in her

direction.

Josephine took yet another step back, and he intentionally stepped forward again. This continued until she ran out of space and had her back against the wall.

Raising a hand, Seth held her chin. “Not only are you unable to remember things, you forget them too.”

His tone was light but dangerous as he said, “Damn you, Josephine.”


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