CHAPTER 104: CHAPTER 104: CARRYING HER TO THE BATHROOM

The next day.

Josephine Thompson woke up groggy and her head was even more swollen.

Moreover, the anesthesia had completely worn off.

She felt pain all over, her head felt like it was going to explode.

Her nose and upper lip hurt terribly.

"Ah..."

Julian Grant stayed with her all night, taking care of her personally.

Of course.

He was not good at taking care of people.

Whatever he did, he was clumsy, but he learned and took care of her attentively and carefully.

"Josephine, don’t move, what’s wrong?"

"I need to go to the bathroom..." Josephine Thompson said as she struggled to sit up.

"Oh, okay, I’ll carry you there," Julian Grant said, carefully lifting the quilt.

He bent down to help her put on slippers, then picked her up without a word and headed to the bathroom.

Josephine Thompson’s head hurt even more, and she couldn’t refuse his... excessive enthusiasm.

"Julian Grant, I’ve already said, my legs are fine. I can walk, you don’t need to carry me..."

She had injuries on her nose and mouth.

Her arm was a little bruised, but her legs were totally fine.

She could certainly walk.

Julian Grant ignored her protests, carried her straight to the bathroom, "No way, you’re feverish and dazed now. Your head isn’t clear, what if you fall?"

"..." Josephine Thompson was speechless.

She wanted to argue a bit.

But her upper lip was so swollen that speaking even a word was excruciating.

So, she’d better save her breath.

Let him do whatever he wants.

They reached the bathroom.

Julian Grant carefully placed her on the toilet, "Go ahead!"

Seeing him standing there.

Josephine Thompson felt a bit panicked, enduring the pain in her mouth, and said with difficulty, "...You can leave!"

Julian Grant said seriously, "It’s fine, I won’t look at you, I’ll turn around, just pretend I’m not here."

Josephine Thompson said nothing, merely looked at him with sheer exasperation.

Julian Grant reluctantly chuckled, "Alright, alright, I’ll step out. Call me when you’re done, okay?"

After he went out.

Josephine Thompson quickly locked the bathroom door from inside.

Once locked, she dared to use the bathroom.

...

A bit later.

She came to the mirror, looking at herself in the reflection.

She didn’t even look like herself.

Her forehead and nose bridge were covered in gauze, her head wrapped in a bandage. Her lips swollen like sausages, her face covered in yellow iodine.

"Oh my God, can this even heal completely?"

She had asked the doctor yesterday.

The doctor said it wasn’t a big problem, but there might be a scar left on the upper lip. Her nose was fractured but had no external wound. The surgery was done through the nasal columella, so there would be basically no scar.

It just hurt a lot.

The pain made her head buzz.

"Josephine, are you done? I’m coming in!"

"Click!"

Josephine Thompson opened the door and walked out by herself.

"Josephine, you’re too weak, should I carry you?"

He bent down again, ready to pick her up!

Carrying her felt like holding a high-quality silicone doll.

She seemed boneless, as if she could be molded into any shape.

So he loved holding her, didn’t want to let go once he had her in his arms.

Josephine Thompson pushed him away with exasperation, and said with difficulty, "...I want to move around a bit..."

"Oh, okay, then I’ll steady you!" Julian Grant said, carefully supporting her by the waist.

Her waist was so slender it could be encircled with one hand.

As he placed his hand on her waist, he couldn’t resist sliding it upwards.

"Where are you putting your hand?"

"Josephine, you’re overthinking it, I really didn’t mean to touch you."

Josephine Thompson rolled her eyes at him and slowly walked ahead.

"Knock, knock, knock..."

"Come in."

"Click!"

Evelyn Thorne cautiously pushed open the door to the hospital room, carrying a bunch of supplements.

"Ms. Thompson, I’m here to visit you."

Seeing Evelyn Thorne.

Josephine Thompson’s mind went blank again, feeling a slight sense of dread.

Ever since she met the two of them.

Her life had seemed anything but peaceful.

Although she didn’t dislike Evelyn Thorne, she really felt they weren’t on the same wavelength.

"Wow~, Ms. Thompson, what happened to you? Are you seriously injured?" Evelyn Thorne exclaimed, scrutinizing Josephine Thompson, wanting to get a closer look.

Julian Grant frowned, reaching out to push her away, "Stay away from Josephine."

Evelyn Thorne was both angry and annoyed as she looked at him, "Hey, give me a break."

"I came to visit Ms. Thompson out of goodwill. Why are you meddling in others’ business like a nosy dog?"

Julian Grant stood in front of Josephine Thompson, unceremoniously issuing an order, "Get out of here now. Josephine was almost killed because of you, and you still have the nerve to come here?"

Evelyn Thorne listened, full of indignation, "Who harmed her? Can you stop falsely accusing people?"

"I just... I just..."

"Get out of here quickly, don’t show up in front of me again. Every time I see you, I’ll hit you." Julian Grant, full of anger, grabbed her by the collar and dragged her out of the ward.

"Julian Grant, let go of me, what business is it of yours if I visit Ms. Thompson? Ah! You bastard..."

Evelyn Thorne stumbled and fell heavily to the ground.

After Julian Grant tossed her out of the ward,

He turned, glaring coldly at the few bodyguards at the door, and said sternly, "From now on, don’t let her near the ward, and don’t let her take a step closer to Josephine."

"Yes, President Grant."

Julian couldn’t be bothered to look at her again, turned around, and went back into the ward, letting her shout and yell outside.

"Julian Grant, go eat shit! You pathetic soft man, you three-second wonder..."

Pfft!

"..." The bodyguards at the door listened, all turning to stone.

So... President Grant...

Isn’t he capable?

Doesn’t seem like it!

...

Inside the ward.

Julian Grant heard her cursing and was enraged.

"Crazy woman!"

Josephine Thompson’s head throbbed, "... What’s Evelyn yelling about again?"

"She’s going crazy again, ignore her and get back to bed and rest." Julian Grant quickly supported her, not wanting her to hear Evelyn Thorne’s vile words.

Of course,

She was just saying nonsense out of anger.

If Julian Grant were really that incapable, she wouldn’t have been obsessed for so many years.

"Sigh..." Josephine Thompson sighed heavily, not wanting to deal with Evelyn Thorne anymore.

"Josephine, Evelyn Thorne has a screw loose, she’s not like normal people. Stay away from her from now on, don’t provoke her."

Josephine Thompson looked speechless, "..."

Wasn’t it you who brought her to me?

Besides, as someone who values boundaries and distance, she doesn’t easily open up to others.

The reason she became friends with Evelyn Thorne so quickly was purely because of Julian Grant.

She thought their childhood friendship meant there wouldn’t be a problem.

But the result...

Was indeed a huge pitfall.

"Ugh, now that I’m hospitalized, I’m really worried about my grandfather."

Josephine Thompson looked worried.

Her initial purpose was to treat her grandfather, and also to prevent Nathaniel Gallagher from harming him.

That’s why she went through so much trouble to come to Northwood.

But unexpectedly,

Peaceful days hadn’t lasted long.

Nathaniel Gallagher and Eleanor Churchill had also come to Northwood.

"Hmph~, don’t worry, Josephine, Nathaniel Gallagher won’t stay in Northwood for many days."

"..." Josephine Thompson heard this and thought that was true.

Most of his business is in Audenburg after all.

Naturally, he would have to go back.

...

Fast forward,

A week had passed.

Josephine Thompson could finally be discharged.

The bandage on her head was removed.

Fortunately, after the swelling went down, it looked much less terrifying.

Julian Grant examined her face closely from all angles, relieved, "Hmm, still as pretty as always, nothing’s really changed. A little scar here at the corner of your lip, but it should heal well."

These past days, Julian Grant had been accompanying her in the hospital.

He had already been in Northwood for nearly a month.

He now dared not turn on his phone.

Nor contact anyone around him.

Just turning on the phone would trigger an overwhelming flood of ghostly calls.

Driving him crazy.

But now, he had to leave.

In a few days, it would be his grandmother’s big birthday celebration.

He needed to get back early.

"Uh, Josephine, I might have to return to Caldwen tomorrow."

Josephine Thompson heard this and was instead relieved, "I’ve told you long ago to head back soon, but you wouldn’t listen."

"I’m completely fine here, no need to worry about me, just go back."

"Too bad I can’t go back to Audenburg now, so I can’t take you to see that Ancient God."

"No worries, I’ve prepared other gifts, it won’t be a problem."

"Alright then! Safe travels."

"Uh, can... can I get a kiss?"

Josephine Thompson’s face darkened, and she looked at him incredulously.

"Haha, just joking, no need to look at me so seriously."

"... Julian Grant, such jokes are not funny. And I’ve made it very clear to you. We can only be friends, nothing beyond that."