At that moment, Josie burst into laughter, struggling to contain herself. She couldnât help but wonder how Dexter would act if they had a daughter. He seemed to have a completely different approach when it came to children.
Little did Josie know that she would witness it firsthand.
As Dexter reminisced about the past, he paused for a moment. He raised his head, the light shining into his eyes. âActually, having a daughter would be wonderful. She doesnât have to conform to societal expectations. My daughterâs only responsibility is to find happiness.â
Josie sat on the bed, her thoughts suddenly merging with memories from the past, feeling a sense of unease. She changed the subject. âYou saved Paul. Wonât Arnold be furious? After all, he did threaten meâ¦â
Her sentence trailed off as Dexter interrupted her. He asked, âThreaten you with what?â
Josie remained silent.
âThis matter wonât be resolved so easily. The test results will be out tomorrow. Prepare yourself for whatever you may discover.â
It was a subtle warning. Josie couldnât help but shudder, thinking about the unknown suffering Paul had endured over the past two years. âI understand.â
Dexter walked out, holding a toy.
âDexter!â Josie hesitated for a moment before stopping him. âPlease donât take to heart what I said this afternoon.â
âThe part where you called me mentally ill?â His tone was indifferent.
She didnât respond.
âItâs not a big deal, nor is it defamation. Itâs simply the truth.â After speaking, Dexter opened the door.
Suddenly, Josie exclaimed, âIâ¦â
He stood still once again. It took Josie a while before she finally managed to say, âI wonât let you bear the burden of your motherâs actions.â
Upon hearing this, Dexter seemed somewhat disappointed. âIt doesnât matter. Sheâs my mother. Itâs only right that I take responsibility. You can blame me entirely. Donât feel burdened.â
Then, he closed the door.
Josie sat motionless, clicking her tongue. There were so many things she wanted to say, but the words wouldnât come out.
In the afternoon, Scar, in his frustration, directed his anger towards Dexter instead of Xanthe. He was so passive and submissive, hardly resembling the Dexter of the past.
With a whirlwind of emotions, Josie finally managed to fall asleep. When she woke up the next morning, there was a light drizzle outside.
The housekeeper informed her, âMr. Russell has taken Grape for a walk. He asked you to have breakfast before leaving.â
Then, the housekeeper served a delicious meal and added, âThe driver is ready to leave whenever youâre ready.â
Dexter didnât lie. When he said he would let Josie go, he meant it. Josie furrowed her brow, looking outside. Standing next to the car was a familiar figure. It was none other than Moses, who had arrived late!
He, too, had made it to Rivodia.
Upon seeing Josie, Moses relaxed and greeted her casually. However, his face seemed more mature than before, no longer the impulsive youth he once was.
Josie quickly finished her meal. Dexter hadnât returned yet. She bumped into Moses. âWhen did you arrive?â
âI actually arrived yesterday, but there was a slight issue, so I only made it here this morning.â Mosesâ voice was filled with a long- lost warmth. âJosie, youâre finally back.â
Josie forced a smile.
She wasnât sure if he would say those words when he saw Justin.
Mosesâ driving was as smooth as ever. On the way to the hospital, Josie couldnât help but sigh. âInitially, I just wanted to find you a job. I didnât expect you to persist and stay by his side for so long.â
âJosie, to be honest, Mr. Russel orchestrated my initial introduction. He entrusted me with the responsibility of driving and safeguarding you,â Moses admitted, gazing into the rear-view mirror, finally unveiling a concealed truth.
Josie was slightly surprised. âHe did?â