chapter 119

Chapter 119 The Pain Of Losing That Child

Josiah ruffled his hair, reclining on the back of the couch, pretending to sleep with his eyes closed.

He responded with silence.

Lysander didn’t want to bring up the matter again, so she simply said, “It’s getting late. You should rest a bit before you leave.”

Josiah remained in the same position as before, showing no reaction.

The whistle of the kettle echoed from the kitch

kitchen.

She fetched a cup of hot water and placed it on the coffee table in front of him. “Have some water.”

Only then did Josiah react, leisurely straightening his body and taking small, measured sips.

“How has Madam Susan been doing lately?”

“I heard she’s getting better.”

“You heard?”

Josiah set down the water glass, sinking further into the couch as he continued, “I haven’t seen her for a while. I only heard from Eleanor.”

“Busy with work?”

Josiah chuckled. “I don’t dare to go.”

“That’s your mother. Regardless of how big the conflict is, you should at least visit her.”

“It’s precisely because she’s my mother that I dare not go. Now, wherever I go, Lysanne will

immediately rush over and create a huge ruckus. My mother currently has a very poor impression of her, and I’m afraid if she sees her again, it’ll worsen her health.”

“Is she… afraid you’ll have a change of heart?”

“I don’t know.”

“You just need to make things clear with her. Tell her you’re going to be with your mom.”

“It’s pointless,” Josiah said, closing his eyes. “She won’t believe it.”

Lysander-fell silent.

She knew Lysanne was possessive, but she had no idea it was to this extent.

Josiah said in a weak voice, “Today, my friend had a party for his child. She’s such a beautiful and adorable little girl, dressed in a tiny pink outfit, cradled in her mother’s arms. She’s so small and soft

like a cloud…”

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His voice was somewhat choked up.

“I never realized how endearing a baby could be. She was so fond of me that she reached out for me to hold her whenever she saw me. The moment I took her in my arms, my heart ached. Lysander, would our child have been just as adorable if they were still with us?”

A pang struck Lysander’s heart.

She finally understood why he had drunk so much today.

Josiah was a mature man, always exuding an air of steadiness and wisdom. Throughout their three years of marriage, it was rare to see him drunk.

There was only two instances.

Once, during a reunion with their classmates when Lysanne had just returned, and the other time was

now.

The pain of losing that child wasn’t hers alone; it was his as well.

That kid really took a liking to me. She didn’t want anyone else to hold her, only me. Even when her mom tried to take her back, she refused and kept holding me tightly.”

At this point, a gentle curve tugged at the corner of Josiah’s lips. “She looked at me, her little mouth opening and closing as if she were blowing bubbles or calling me ‘Daddy.”

Lysander couldn’t take it anymore. “Stop talking.”

Josiah slowly opened his eyes, gazing at her with mixed emotions. “Lysander, what did you do with the child in the end?”

Lysander turned away, taking a deep breath. Her tone was indifferent as she said, “Just like how it’s done with everyone else, it was sent to the medical waste disposal center by the hospital.”

“Medical waste?”

“Yeah. You better leave now. If Lysanne happens to find me here, I’ll have to move again.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t let her bother you again.”

Lysander furrowed her brows. “Did something happen today?”

“Yeah…” Josiah slowly exhaled. “I slapped her.”

Astonished, Lysander asked, “Could you really bring yourself to hurt her?”

Josiah’s voice was particularly cold. “She almost killed that child.”

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