EN By Snow De Eira Chapter 515


    “Yes, really. Look, he has kicked both me and Mister Wesley out of the ward.” Mister Yoseph said


    unceremoniously, “Miss Allison, pleasee back again next time.”


    “Mister Yoseph, I‘m already here. Can‘t you let me see him just for a short while?” Quinley said, using a


    sad tone.


    It was said that men were the easiest to win over when they were the saddest and weakest.


    Josiah loved Meredith so much, but he was almost stabbed to death by her. At this time, he must be


    very sad, and it was the time when he needed someone tofort him.


    However, Mister Yoseph did not give her a chance, and said rudely, “Miss Allison, to tell you the truth,


    there are no less than 100 people who came to see Mister Josiah today, and everyone said that they


    wanted to go in and see him for a short while. If I agree to all of them, Mister Josiah will not get to rest.


    So, I‘m really sorry.” Having said that, what else could Quinley say?


    “Well then, I‘lle to see Mister Josiah another day.”


    When Quinley was about to leave, Mister Yoseph suddenly asked, “Miss Allison, please forgive me for


    asking, but aren‘t you a good friend of Mrs. Shelby? Why didn‘t you ask about her at all?


    Quinley was stunned and turned around. “Although Meredith is my good friend, she hurt Mister Josiah


    like this. I definitely won‘t stand such behavior.”


    “Really, I didn‘t expect Miss Allison‘s moralpass to be so firm.” Mister Yoseph praised, and then


    asked, “But we have said to everyone that Mister Josiah was not stabbed by Mrs. Shelby. Why did you


    say Mister Josiah was stabbed by Mrs. Shelby?”


    “I...read what was said on the inte.”


    “It turns out that you are a person who believes everything that is said on the inte. I thought that


    you were the one who leaked the news of Mister Josiah‘s serious injury, Miss Allison.”


    Quinley felt guilty after hearing this.


    Unexpectedly, this in–looking secretary actually had a brain. He even had the guts to question her


    about things like this.


    “How is that possible? I only found out that Mister Josiah was injured after reading what was said on


    the inte.” Quinley was afraid of being seen through by Mister Yoseph, so she did not dare to stay


    any longer. Turning around, she left with big strides. “Mister Josiah, eat something.” Lily brought the


    stew she cooked to the hospital and led it to Josiah‘s mouth.


    However, Josiah did not even have the slightest appetite, and instead asked, “Lily, do you


    think Edith will ever forgive me?”


    Lily paused and did not know how to answer him for a while. He said to himself, “She always insisted I


    was the one who killed Nia, and she loves Nia so much that she will definitely not forgive me.” Lily had


    no choice but tofort him. “Sir, don‘t worry. Mrs. Shelby is a kind person, and she will forgive you


    one day.


    “Sir, hurry up and eat something to keep your body healthy, so that you can have the strength to rescue


    Mrs. Shelby.” Thinking of Meredith who was still suffering in jail, Josiah really took the bowl and ate the


    stew. However, after taking a bite, he started to be afraid again.


    ‘What if she doesn‘t forgive me when shees out? Can I still coax her with a bunch of roses and


    make her believe in me like before?‘ It was impossible, she herself said that she was no longer the


    Meredith that she was before her amnesia.


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    Thinking about it this way, he actually did not want her toe out from jail, just like he did not want


    her to regain her memory before. After Lily left, Josiah called Mister Yoseph in. Mister Yoseph knew


    very well that Mister Josiah called him in to ask about Mrs. Shelby‘s situation. So, without waiting for


    him to speak, he took the initiative to say, “Mister Josiah, Mrs. Shelby is still the same. Her emotions


    have not calmed down at all. I have tried to find a psychiatrist for her, but it seems to be of no use at


    all.”


    At this time, what could a psychiatrist do?


    Probably the only thing that would help her was Mister Josiah‘s death.


    Josiah curled the corner of his lips bitterly. “Then tell her that I am dead.” “Mister Josiah...” Mister


    Yoseph said softly.