CHAPTER 112: CHAPTER 112: NATHANIEL GALLAGHER, WHAT DID YOU DO TO JOSEPHINE

Josephine Thompson was equally furious, "Speak up!"

Nathaniel Gallagher’s head was pounding, "... Alright, it’s all my fault. I deceived you."

Eleanor Churchill felt a piercing pain in her heart, "So, you never mentioned me to Miss Thompson, did you?"

"..." Nathaniel Gallagher’s brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and a complex expression appeared on his handsome, noble face.

At that time.

She had been lying on the hospital bed for four years.

The doctor also said her chances of waking up were only five percent.

So, he thought she would never wake up again in her lifetime.

But the result was...

She awoke miraculously after being in a coma like a vegetative person for eight years.

"Eleanor, I know I’m sorry for you. But at that time, I’d already waited for you for four years, and I couldn’t wait any longer..."

Eleanor Churchill’s eyes welled with tears, she couldn’t help but let them fall!

Actually, she didn’t blame him!

The fact that he stayed by her side for eight years was already more than enough.

But...

She still couldn’t accept that her place in his heart had been taken by another woman.

After a brief silence.

Eleanor Churchill forcefully swallowed her tears, took a deep breath, and said, "Nathaniel, I know you like Miss Thompson."

"I also know I’m no longer worthy of you. Now, I return you to Miss Thompson. You don’t have to sneak around behind my back anymore. Between us... it’s over! I wish you happiness!"

She said, holding back her tears, and turned to leave, limping away.

As the once influential figure of Audenburg, as the once commanding queen bee!

She still had some pride left!

She could accept losing, but not betrayal.

Watching her thin and crippled back, Nathaniel Gallagher suddenly felt excruciating pain in his heart.

He also felt immense guilt.

"Eleanor, I’m sorry, I was such a bastard." He caught up with her, holding her tightly from behind.

"I can’t live without you."

In this world,

there was no one who loved him more than she did.

Other women might say they’re willing to die for him just to make him happy, only saying it in jest.

But she...

She truly was willing to die for him, to give everything for him, to face life-and-death situations for him.

If he had nothing now, and only one person was left by his side, it would be her.

Eleanor Churchill’s heart was as if cut by knives, she desperately tried to control her tears, but couldn’t.

After a long while.

She choked and said, "Nathaniel, I mean it. I don’t want to drag you down, and I don’t want to stop you from finding happiness."

"If there’s no love anymore, then let’s end it! Don’t worry, I certainly won’t cling to you. Everything changes, nothing remains the same, I understand."

Nathaniel Gallagher was heartbroken by what he heard, "I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Eleanor, give me one last chance, I... I will surely love you well."

Eleanor Churchill was in tears, "Don’t deceive yourself anymore, and don’t deceive me. I won’t blame you, really! I’ve said it, as long as you’re happy, I’m happy too."

Nathaniel Gallagher was in even more pain, regretting his actions, "I’m sorry, I know I’m terrible, please give me one last chance."

"I really don’t want anything else, I just want you!"

"... Haha~, are you serious?"

Nathaniel Gallagher’s eyes stung, he declared solemnly, "I swear to the heavens, I will love you well. Eleanor, please give me one last chance."

Eleanor Churchill sighed as she looked at him, "Do you really want me to give you a chance?"

"Yes, I will definitely cherish you."

Eleanor Churchill wiped her tears, then pointed at Josephine Thompson, "Alright, go slap her, and I’ll give you this chance."

"..." Nathaniel Gallagher was stunned, the guilt in his eyes turned into shock.

"Eleanor, I... this has nothing to do with her, she’s innocent too. It’s all my fault, you slap me instead..."

Eleanor Churchill let out a cold laugh, "I know it has nothing to do with her, but I just want you to slap her."

"You hurt her heart, so she’ll automatically stay away from you from now on!"

Nathaniel Gallagher looked anxious and conflicted, "Eleanor, don’t do this, it’s really unnecessary."

Eleanor Churchill let out a tragically cold laugh, "Look, I just want you to give her a slap, and you can’t bear to do it, every word you say is in her defense."

"You love her so much, you’ll still end up looking for her in the future. Since that’s the case, I might as well fulfill your wish. There’s no need for you to insincerely try to keep me, it’s embarrassing for you and disgusting for me."

"Eleanor..."

Eleanor Churchill looked utterly disheartened and turned around to leave.

Nathaniel Gallagher’s heart ached, he then turned to Josephine Thompson.

Then, step by step, he walked over to her.

Josephine Thompson was already overwhelmed with worry about her grandfather, but seeing them look like a couple destined for pity, she was truly shocked.

And she, was the villain breaking up the lovebirds.

"Nathaniel Gallagher, what are you trying to do?"

"Don’t drag me into your issues!"

Looking at her pale and fragile face, remembering their passionate night...

Nathaniel Gallagher raised his hand but couldn’t bear to slap her.

Eleanor Churchill coldly mocked, "Nathaniel, don’t force yourself, I know you can’t bear to."

Nathaniel Gallagher looked resolutely at her exquisite yet broken appearance, gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and slapped her.

"Slap—" a crisp sound.

Josephine Thompson couldn’t stand steadily, she was slapped to the ground.

She was already weakened to the brink of exhaustion.

This slap only made things worse.

"Eleanor, are you satisfied now?"

Watching him actually slap Josephine Thompson across the face, Eleanor Churchill was shocked as well.

"Nathaniel..."

Nathaniel Gallagher looked at her affectionately, "I’ve said it before, you mean the most to me in my heart, no one can compare to you."

Auntie Lena and Auntie Linton hurried forward to support Josephine Thompson, "President Gallagher, how could you hit President Thompson?"

"President Thompson, are you okay?"

Josephine was stunned by the slap, covering her face and collapsing to the ground, unable to recover for a long time.

He could really hit her because of a single word from Eleanor Churchill.

And hitting her, was just a way to express his love for Eleanor.

Indeed.

He only ever needed her physically, it was never because of love.

"President Thompson, please get up." Auntie Linton and Auntie Lena helped her up with concern and urgency.

Nathaniel Gallagher looked at her with heartache, unable to bear looking at her anymore.

Vivian Shaw watched with satisfaction, "Serves you right, see if you dare to seduce my brother again in the future?"

"Eleanor, I’ll take you back to your room."

Josephine stared fixedly at Nathaniel Gallagher, then seemed like a rabbit that had lost its mind.

She turned her head to see the nurse’s station nearby.

A nurse was coming over, pushing a small cart.

On the cart were long scissors and various medications.

Josephine grabbed the scissors and crazily chased after Nathaniel Gallagher, "Nathaniel Gallagher, how dare you hit me, go to hell!"

Nathaniel turned swiftly, grabbing her wrist in haste.

"Go to hell!" Josephine’s eyes were red with hatred, as she struggled to free her wrist.

She raised the scissors and fiercely stabbed toward his chest.

"Puff!"

The scissors pierced into his chest.

But due to the thickness of winter clothes, it didn’t reach any vital area, only broke the skin.

"Die, die—"

Josephine withdrew the scissors and frantically stabbed him again.

Nathaniel stood still, letting her stab five or six bloody marks into him.

Eleanor hurried to intervene, "What are you doing?"

Josephine then turned the scissors toward Eleanor, "You go to hell too, all of you go to hell."

The scissors cut Eleanor’s arm.

"Ah—"

Eleanor screamed, her wrist bleeding profusely.

Nathaniel saw Eleanor injured and hurried to block her, "Stop it!"

"Bang!"

He grasped Josephine’s wrist, forcefully taking the scissors from her. Worried she’d resist, he pushed her hard.

"Ugh..."

Josephine stumbled, losing balance, and fell toward the stairs behind her.

Nathaniel hurried to catch her, "Josephine..."

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Josephine fell backward completely.

Just as she was about to fall, she suddenly felt a softness behind her, as if someone had caught her.

"Josephine, be careful."

In a flurry, Josephine turned to look.

The person who caught her was Julian Grant.

Julian, with a face full of anxiety and fear, immediately held her, "Josephine, are you okay?"

"Julian..." Josephine’s eyes stung, unable to stop the tears from sliding down.

Julian looked at her anxiously, "What’s going on? Why couldn’t I reach your phone? Do you know how worried I was? I was worried all night last night, and flew here first thing this morning..."

"Julian!" Josephine choked, unable to hold back her sobs.

"What’s wrong? Did they bully you again?"

After speaking, Julian looked angrily at Nathaniel Gallagher, Eleanor, and the others.

"Nathaniel Gallagher, what did you do to Josephine?"

"..." Nathaniel’s eyes twitched, the emotions suppressed by guilt erupted like a volcano.

"Julian, why are you making trouble again?"

Julian sneered, "If I didn’t come, would you all bully Josephine alone? Nathaniel Gallagher, I warn you, if you dare to plot against Josephine again, I will stop at nothing to make you regret it."

"Julian, do you think I’m easily scared?"

Julian said coldly, "Try it then, if you don’t believe me."

Nathaniel sneered indifferently, "Try it then!"

"Nathaniel, you’re bleeding, stop arguing with them, go get your wound bandaged."

"Yes, Auntie is hurt too."

"Let’s go..." Eleanor and Vivian persuaded and dragged Nathaniel away.

Josephine could no longer hold on, dizzy and unable to stand steadily.

"Josephine, what’s wrong?"

"Julian, I..." Josephine choked out, her vision blackened, fainting instantly.

She had always tried to push him away, feeling unsafe being with him.

But in reality...

Julian was only ever teasing verbally, but never forced her in action.

He wasn’t like Nathaniel Gallagher, who would stop at nothing to achieve his goals.

Thinking back.

The three years he pursued her, were what real youthful love should be like.