Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 272

When the nurse received another call from Juliette, Juliette and Willow were already downstairs at the hospital.

Yesterday, Juliette had arranged for Lionel to stay in a private VIP suite, so she knew exactly which room he was in. There was no need to ask for directions—she could head straight up.

Still, she called the nurse in advance, mostly to let the woman know to make herself scarce for a while. By the time Juliette and Willow reached Lionel’s room, he was alone.

Lionel knew the nurse sometimes called Juliette with updates, but he never imagined Juliette would actually come to see him in person.

So, when Juliette suddenly stepped into his room, Lionel’s emotions tangled—a rush of surprise, happiness, and a pang of guilt, all at once.

But when he saw Willow trailing in behind her, it felt like his world might split in two.

God, were they both here to grill him about last night?

Lionel hadn’t eaten since the night before. His body was weak, drained further by whatever questionable drink he’d had last night, and his arm was slashed up—one of the cuts deep enough to require stitches. Now, his entire arm was wrapped in gauze, movement restricted. Even if he wanted to run, there was no chance.

Willow took in Lionel’s battered state, her brows lifting in genuine surprise.

So neither of them had escaped last night unscathed—physically or otherwise.

“Mr. Scott, Lettie and I came to check on you.” Willow finally broke the awkward silence. After the initial shock of seeing each other, both Lionel and Juliette seemed frozen in place—Lionel unmoving in bed, Juliette rooted to the spot a few feet away—so Willow felt compelled to intervene.

At her words, a flicker of embarrassment flashed across Lionel’s usually handsome face.

If he could have faked being asleep, he would have closed his eyes in an instant.

Reading the room, Willow slipped over to the sofa, pulling out her phone to pretend she was checking messages.

With the nurse having been sent off and Lionel’s injured arm wrapped tightly in bandages, he really couldn’t do much for himself. So, it fell to Juliette to help.

“Use your good hand,” she said, handing him a spoon after arranging everything within his reach.

Lionel took it with his uninjured hand, glancing up at Juliette. His voice was soft. “Thank you.”

What he really wanted to say was I’m sorry.

But with Willow sitting just a few feet away, he couldn’t bring himself to say it aloud.