At that moment, Josie burst into laughter, struggling to contain herself. She couldn’t 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. “Actually, having a daughter would be wonderful. She doesn’t have to conform to societal expectations. My daughter’s only responsibility is to find happiness.”
Josie sat on the bed, her thoughts suddenly merging with memories from the past, feeling a sense of unease. She changed the subject. “You saved Paul. Won’t Arnold be furious? After all, he did threaten me…”
Her sentence trailed off as Dexter interrupted her. He asked, “Threaten you with what?”
Josie remained silent.
“This matter won’t be resolved so easily. The test results will be out tomorrow. Prepare yourself for whatever you may discover.”
It was a subtle warning. Josie couldn’t help but shudder, thinking about the unknown suffering Paul had endured over the past two years. “I understand.”
Dexter walked out, holding a toy.
“Dexter!” Josie hesitated for a moment before stopping him. “Please don’t take to heart what I said this afternoon.”
“The part where you called me mentally ill?” His tone was indifferent.
She didn’t respond.
“It’s not a big deal, nor is it defamation. It’s simply the truth.” After speaking, Dexter opened the door.
Suddenly, Josie exclaimed, “I…”
He stood still once again. It took Josie a while before she finally managed to say, “I won’t let you bear the burden of your mother’s actions.”
Upon hearing this, Dexter seemed somewhat disappointed. “It doesn’t matter. She’s my mother. It’s only right that I take responsibility. You can blame me entirely. Don’t feel burdened.”
Then, he closed the door.
Josie sat motionless, clicking her tongue. There were so many things she wanted to say, but the words wouldn’t 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, “Mr. Russell has taken Grape for a walk. He asked you to have breakfast before leaving.”
Then, the housekeeper served a delicious meal and added, “The driver is ready to leave whenever you’re ready.”
Dexter didn’t 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 hadn’t returned yet. She bumped into Moses. “When did you arrive?”
“I actually arrived yesterday, but there was a slight issue, so I only made it here this morning.” Moses’ voice was filled with a long- lost warmth. “Josie, you’re finally back.”
Josie forced a smile.
She wasn’t sure if he would say those words when he saw Justin.
Moses’ driving was as smooth as ever. On the way to the hospital, Josie couldn’t help but sigh. “Initially, I just wanted to find you a job. I didn’t expect you to persist and stay by his side for so long.”
“Josie, to be honest, Mr. Russel orchestrated my initial introduction. He entrusted me with the responsibility of driving and safeguarding you,” Moses admitted, gazing into the rear-view mirror, finally unveiling a concealed truth.
Josie was slightly surprised. “He did?”
