His Beloved Ex-Wife

Chapter 618 A Favor From Lady Luck ☐65% Finished Josiah, with a hint of hesitation in his voice, expressed, "You don't always need to be strong. Should you find yourself distressed, it's perfectly acceptable to allow yourself more tto heal." Lysander, already ascending the stairs with a steady and resolute tone, replied without glancing back, “Had I not been sufficiently strong. I would have succumbed to grief after losing the baby previously. Besides, Michelle is still so young, and my mother, she's such a compassionate woman. What would becof them if 1 faltered?" "You could've..." Josiah started, hoping to convey that she could still depend on him. Yet, as the words approached the brink of utterance, he found himself unable to articulate them.

Maverick, deeply worried about his daughter's well-being, harbored the desire to find an appropriate partner for Lysander. However, he could not possibly seize upon the current delicate situation to discuss such matters with her.

Following her silently, Josiah accompanied Lysander back to her room as she battled with her grief.

Upon entering. Lysander promptly went to the bathroom, splashed her face with cold water, and inspected her reflection to ensure no tears were visible. Facing Josiah, who bore a look of concern, she inquired, "You mentioned earlier about the arrangement of the medical worker at the spa resort, is that indeed the case?" Josiah nodded affirmatively, explaining, "Yes, within the hospitality sector, incidents involving guests occur annually. It's a standard protocol for resorts, especially those remote from urban centers like ours, to be equipped with medical services. Given Mr. Thorne's health, I took the precution of ensuring these arrangements before our arrival." Rarely did Lysander ask favors of Josiah. At this moment, struggling internally, she reluctantly asked.

Could you possibly obtain spainkillers from the doctor? Then, maybe just suggest it was your idea to give them to my dad?" What Maverick didn't want her to know, she would bear it bravely, even if it meant concealing her knowledge behind a stoic facade. She had no choice but to entrust this task to Josiah.

"Of course, I'll handle it right away," Josiah promptly agreed, then inquired, "What type of painkiller does he need? Or is there anything else you might need? Just list them, and I'll discreetly deliver them to him." He lacked medical expertise, presuming Lysander's request was her way of managing Maverick's condition, who was averse to seeking medical attention.

Deep inside, however, Lysander was acutely aware of her limitations. She managed a faint smile and said, "I'll write you a note. If they require a prescription over there, I'll have Lynn write one immediately." The majority of the prescription painkillers had sedative properties, yet she couldn't afford to be concerned about that at the moment.

"Mm," Josiah murmured in acknowledgment.

"You've seen for yourself, my father is an incredibly stoic man. He never complains about pain, fatigue, or difficulty in front of my mother. Even now, with his illness so severe, he's sure to endure it in silence. As his daughter, all I can do is aptempt to alleviate his discomfort as much as possible." Reflecting on the cancer patients she had seen at the hospital, their bodies frail and emaciated, it was difficult for her to sunriste euch an imone with her father who had slurane husen stromur sad vimeoneung 1/3 Chapter 618 A Favor From Lady Luck Could there have been a mistake in the hospital's diagnosis? 65% Finished For the first time, Lysander hoped for an error on the part of the doctors at Central Hospital, yet she knew she could not ignore her father's palpable symptoms. With a look of uncertainty, she again turned to Josiah, “Could you take care of this? If not, I'll need to find another way." Josiah recalled the profound emotional distress expressed by Maverick when they discussed this topic. The latter had already been enduring the torment of his illness.

"I" Josiah began, ready to reassure her and alleviate her concerns, but noticing the tear stains on her checks softened his approach, “Don't worry about the prescription, I'll handle it. If you're feeling overwhelmed, it's okay to let it out. The soundproofing here is quite good-you shouldn't keep it all bottled up.

"Was I crying?" Lysander blinked, touching her face, only to realize that despite having just washed her face, tears had formed once again.

When an individual reaches a pinnacle of sorrow, the brain instinctively shields itself from the full intensity of those emotions as a self-defense mechanism. Lysander had never anticipated that she would personally experience this phenomenon she had only read about in textbooks.

Without speaking, Josiah handed her a tissue, then withdrew to the balcony to make a phone call, giving her sprivacy.

When he returned, Lysander appeared somewhat composed, though her complexion was still noticeably pale. He sat beside her on the couch, adopting the gentlest tone he could, "The painkillers are taken care of, and you can be sure the doctor at the mansion won't disclose anything. Also, I've arranged our afternoon-it's all set. We have the two spa pools behind the hotel reserved for our relaxation." He knew she wasn't in the best state to enjoy herself, but he still brought up Maverick to comfort her: "If you remain this distressed, Mr. Thorne will definitely notice. He cares deeply for you and his greatest desire is to see you happy and content." This seemed to resonate with her.

Taking a deep breath, Lysander gathered herself and responded, "All right, I'll get ready and change. No matter what the future holds, I need to ensure a joyful afternoon with them today." Josiah noted her revived spirit before standing to leave. "I'll go I'll cback to collect you for lunch," he told her.

inform Mr. and Mrs. Thorne first, and then The spa resorts in Harborbrook, renowned for its luxurious private restaurants and exceptional culinary staff, maintained an impeccable reputation as a top vacation spot.

Within the confines of a private dining room, a vibrant group eagerly selected their preferred meals from the menu, engaging in animated discussions and enjoying each other's company.

The driver, Skylar, still feeling awkward about mingling with her employer, decided to excuse herself after overhearing the plans for the afternoon. She discreetly made her way to the main hall, seeking the familiarity of her other colleagues who had arrived for the corporate team-building event.

Lysander, having once been in a similar position as a wage worker, empathized deeply with Skylar's discomfort. She chose not to interfere, allowing her sspace. As Lysander observed her family-her parents and sister- engaging in light-hearted banter, a deep warmth blossomed within her, filling her with a sense of contentment.

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At that moment. Michelle, ever the spirited one as described by Maverick, turned to Lysander with riven concern.

"Lysander, I've heard it's best to shower before entering the spa, but I left my shower gel behind. I'm worried about an allergic reaction to the ones provided by the hotel. Could I possibly use yours first?" Lysander responded in a gentle tone, "Sure." After reassuring her sister, Lysander took it upon herself to check on her parents' needs. "Dad, Mom, did you perhaps forget to pack anything? I can fetch it for you later." Maverick, ever laid-back, responded with a chuckle, “I'm just a guy who needs to bathe, no fuss is needed ver me." Witnessing the easy exchange between father and daughter, Howard felt a twinge of jealousy but quickly masked it with concern. "Don't worry about it. If you've forgotten anything, we've got you covered. Feel free to use what we have Laura, somewhat embarrassed, hesitated before replying. "How could we impose like that? You need your things as well."

Molly, with a reassuring smile, soothed her, "It's really no problem.

We hardly need anything. The doctors have advisedsince my eT hpspital discharge that my immune system is still weak. I need to avoid getting tired or catching a cold, so unfortunately, soaking in the spa is out of the question for now. I'll just enjoy the view and relax at the hotel for a while." Howard added, echoing his wife's sentiment, "Indeed, after being confined to either our hor a hospital room, it feels liberating to simply breathe sfresh air. Go ahead and enjoy the spa. We'll rest here and join you for the activities later." Although Howard was in fact healthy, he opted to remain by Molly's side, not wanting her to feel isolated.

Lysander felt a pang of guilt upon hearing this.

The decision to vacation at the spa resort had been hers, and both Howard and Molly were well aware that their health wouldn't permit them to participate fully in the spa experience. Yet, they had kept this to themselves, choosing instead to endure in silence, all to avoid casting a shadow over her spirits.

They preferred to bear any discomfort quietly, all for the sake of ensuring she could enjoy precious moments with her loved ones.

In this, despite the challenges she had faced from being orphaned at a young age, Lysander recognized a profound truth-she had received an abundance of love and care, a true blessing from the heavens that doubly compensated for the hardships she had endured. How could she not view this as a favor from Lady Luck? 1.4K