What Separates Me and You

Chapter 186 That Mute Can’t Stay

Josephine was unusually composed after listening to Dr. Halliday, seemingly at peace with her peculiar

condition.

She looked at him, waiting for him to continue.

“Have you lost a lot of memory recently?”

Josephine furrowed her brows, puzzled. She contemplated, but how could she know what she had

forgotten when it was already not part of her memory?

Dr. Halliday said, “I’ve been researching your condition lately. The onset symptom of your condition is

absent-mindedness, which means you’ll easily forget recent events. However, it won’t cause you too

much inconvenience because you’ll eventually recall those memories. One day, if you encounter a

stranger that recognizes you but not you of him, that may indicate your condition has worsened.

Therefore, you must take your medication consistently. It would be best if the above scenario never

happened; it’s not as severe if you only forget things and not people.”

Josephine nodded in acknowledgment.

Dr. Halliday smiled resignedly and continued, “You may remember my words now, but there’s no telling

if you can still recall them when the morning comes. Well, that doesn’t matter. You must remind yourself

to take your medication, that’s all.”

Josephine nodded and pointed at her messenger bag.

After a brief pause, Dr. Halliday stood and took the bag for her. “Is this what you want?”

Josephine opened her bag and took out a notebook the size of her palm. She flipped it for Dr. Halliday

to skim.

She wanted to tell Dr. Halliday that she didn’t forget her medication; she just didn’t have the chance to

take it these two days.

Dr. Halliday saw the notebook’s content and nodded, gratified. He remarked, “That’s good. You write

down whatever’s important and bring it wherever you go, having access to it all the time. You did

great.”

He sounded like he was coaxing a child. Josephine’s lips curled resignedly.

She looked like she had a sudden realization and flipped open the notebook to write, “Where’s Lewis?”

Dr. Halliday froze and stuttered, “H-He went out after answering a call.”

Josephine was unperturbed. She nodded and stashed her notebook away.

Dr. Halliday saw he was not needed here anymore, so he stood and said, “Have a good rest,

madam. I’ll be in the living room. Text or call if you need me, and I’ll be here in a jiffy.”

Josephine shot him an appreciative glance.

She lay in bed. She had slept enough. So, she stared at the ceiling in a daze.

Meanwhile, Lewis had returned to Alvarez Manor.

Sitting on the sofa, Nancy glowered as she coldly watched him enter.

Indifferent, Lewis went to the sofa, sat, and lit a cigarette.

Nancy had difficulty holding in her temper at his pompous demeanor. “Lewis, how is it going with your

sister’s case?”

Lewis was smoking. The wispy smoke blurred his features. “I found a lawyer.”

Hearing this, Nancy simmered down a little. “What’s the probability?”

“100 percent.”

Nancy felt relieved. “That’s great. Get her out of there as soon as you can.”

Lewis continued, “Of getting her a lifelong sentence.”

Nancy paused for two seconds before she slammed the table, springing to her feet. Her gaze was filled

with fury as she looked toward him. “What do you mean? To send your sister to prison for her entire

life, is that what you mean when you said 100 percent?”

Lewis glanced at her and said indifferently, “Do you think it’s child’s play? Why don’t you get it done

yourself, then?”

“You! If I can do it, what do I need you for?”

Lewis’ lips curled into a smirk. “It seemed you’re more than capable when you forced Josephine into

signing the divorce agreement.”

Nancy almost choked. She looked discomfited, her expression a mixture of emotions.

“What are you trying to say? Are you condemning me? Aren’t you the one who wanted the divorce?

Aren’t you the one who brought her the divorce agreement? Who was the one who signed the papers?”

Lewis kept quiet. With a cigarette between his fingers, he was deep in thought, staring at the

coffee table.

Nancy pestered. “I helped you, but you’re turning on me instead. I’ve raised a complete ingrate!”

Lewis kept on his faint smirk as he looked up at Nancy. “Why do you need me when you’re pretty

capable yourself? Save Daphne on your own.”

Nancy’s expression shifted unpredictably. After a while, she called something to mind and

suppressed her anger, regaining her composure.

She sat beside Lewis and held his arm, pouring her heart out as she said, “Lewis, Daphne Is your

sister. You can’t just cast her aside. Look, I only have the two of you. Both of you are my closest family,

related by blood. What will the outsiders think if you refuse to rescue her?”

Lewis replied to her question with a mocking smile.

He bent forward and cast the cigarette butt into someone’s cup. Then, he reached for the jug and

gracefully poured some liquid into the cup.

There was a hiss as he doused the cigarette butt.

Lewis said, “I told you, it’s not as easy as it looks. Derek is still eyeing for a chance to drag me down.

Do you really think it’s that simple to bail Daphne out?”

“Then… Sentencing her to life in prison is just about the same as giving her a death sentence, isn’t it?”

“Of course not. A lifelong sentence can be alleviated into incarceration, which in turn makes reducing

her sentence possible. Don’t you know?”

Nancy listened to his explanation and got the gist of it.

“You mean… ”

“Hush.” Lewis put a finger to his lips, smiling.

Weirdly, Nancy felt panic rising within her when she saw the smile on his lips.

His soulful eyes stared right at her, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t fathom the emotions

they contained.

She realized she couldn’t read her son’s thoughts as well anymore.

Nancy didn’t want to reveal her troubled conscience and averted her gaze. She changed the topic. “Oh,

right. Mrs. Harrold hasn’t been back for two days. Do you know where she is?”

Lewis leaned back onto the sofa and folded his legs. He lazily asked, “How would I know?”

Nancy snorted. “Stop pretending. Who else would know if not for you? She went missing shortly after

you and that mute left that day. I sent some people in search of her, but they couldn’t find her. Are you

sure you’re not behind it?”

“What does it matter either way?”

“You-”

“Are you going to file a lawsuit against me or perhaps report me to the police?”

Nancy was rendered speechless-she was too peeved. Then, she said through gritted teeth,” Over a

maid? Of course, I won’t.” She changed her approach and continued, “However, I can’t

accept the fact that you mistreated my maid because of that mute.’

“So what if I did?” asked Lewis.

Nancy replied, “If that’s the case, that mute can’t stay.”

Lewis narrowed his eyes, and they glinted dangerously.

Nancy was on alert. “What? Was it really you?”