CHAPTER 132: CHAPTER 132: GO FIND HER ALREADY

The bird’s nest porridge traced an arc in the air.

"Bang--"

"Watch out." Nathaniel Gallagher hastily shielded Eleanor Churchill, his large frame completely covering her.

The boiling porridge splattered on Nathaniel Gallagher’s head and body, leaving a sticky stain.

"Get out of here--"

Josephine Thompson grabbed everything she could reach and indiscriminately threw it at them.

At the same time, the wound on her throat completely tore open, scarlet blood seeping through the bandage.

"Oh my, what are you doing?"

Mrs. Gallagher and Mrs. Dixon were so frightened they hurriedly retreated from the ward.

Nathaniel Gallagher, fearing for Eleanor Churchill’s safety, quickly pushed her out of the ward.

The ward fell into sudden silence.

Everyone was startled out by Josephine Thompson’s unexpected outburst.

She resembled a beast forced into a corner.

"Mommy... Mommy, boohoo..." Henry Gallagher cried in fear, his small body trembling uncontrollably.

Josephine Thompson regained her senses and looked at Henry Gallagher with a heart-wrenching expression: "I’m sorry, Henny, Mommy didn’t mean it..."

"Mommy, I’m scared!"

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry!" Her voice choked, tears uncontrollably falling onto the child’s hair.

Then.

She lowered her head, kissed the child’s small face, and reluctantly carried him out of the ward.

Outside.

Nathaniel Gallagher was checking on Eleanor Churchill, "Eleanor, did you get burned?"

Eleanor Churchill looked at him with a pained expression, "No, I’m fine, but you got burned, didn’t you?"

"Bang!"

Josephine Thompson forcefully opened the ward door and firmly placed Henry Gallagher on the ground.

"Nathaniel Gallagher, take your child away, don’t bother me anymore."

After speaking, she immediately turned back into the ward and again closed the door heavily.

Henry Gallagher instantly burst into tears, "Mommy... Mommy... cough cough... boohoo..."

Mrs. Gallagher was heartbroken, quickly stepping forward to pick up Henry Gallagher, "Henny, let Grandma hold you."

Henry Gallagher struggled frantically in Mrs. Gallagher’s arms, his small hands pounding on the door as he cried out, "Mommy open the door! I want Mommy! Boohoohoo..."

The coughing mixed with crying was distressing to hear.

Nathaniel Gallagher looked at the tightly closed ward door, with remnants of the porridge on his forehead, swallowing hard a few times, he eventually stepped forward to hold his son, "Henny, Mommy is tired, let her rest for a while."

"No! I want Mommy!" Henry Gallagher shook off his hand, his small body repeatedly ramming against the door, "Mommy come out... I won’t make you angry again..."

Eleanor Churchill, seated in a wheelchair, watched this scene, her heart once again pierced, "Henny, stop making trouble, I am your Mommy. Come to Mommy’s side, Mommy wants to properly educate you."

Mrs. Gallagher, holding the struggling child, was filled with fury, glaring at Eleanor Churchill, "What qualification do you have to educate my grandson?"

"Henny, come with Grandma." Mrs. Gallagher angrily picked up her grandson and walked towards the pediatric department with a dark face.

Eleanor Churchill’s face fell, her heart aching deeply.

Indeed.

He was not her biological child.

The maternal bond truly lacked strength.

Nathaniel Gallagher saw this and, fearing she might be reckless again, "Eleanor, my mother is just like this, don’t take it to heart."

"Don’t worry, after we get married, we won’t live with her."

"..." Eleanor Churchill looked at him with tears shimmering, too choked up to speak.

"Also, Henny is still young, he needs to be taught slowly. Things can’t be rushed, and there’s no need to be overly anxious."

"...I understand, I won’t do it again."

Nathaniel Gallagher gently reassured her, "Okay, I’ll first take you home! I’ll handle everything here, I’ll go back and accompany you tonight once I’m done."

Eleanor Churchill managed to squeeze out a wan smile, "Alright."

Today’s incident.

She also regretted losing control of her emotions earlier, it was truly uncalled for.

Nathaniel Gallagher didn’t say anything further, eager to send Eleanor Churchill away quickly.

...

In the ward.

Outside had finally quieted down.

Josephine Thompson slid down to the ground, leaning against the door.

The sound of the child’s heart-wrenching cries earlier almost suffocated her with pain.

However.

She knew she couldn’t be softhearted again.

Nor could she have any entanglement with The Gallagher Family anymore.

"Ugh..."

The pain in her throat made her swallowing difficult, and the soreness and weakness in her limbs made her unstable.

"Cough cough, I have to leave quickly, I can’t stay here..."

Though standing weakly.

But she dared not comfortably lie down; she forced her spirit to put on shoes, opened the door, and walked out.

Fortunately.

After the earlier commotion, the nurses at the door had left, no one was watching her.

She took a deep breath, supporting herself against the wall, accelerated her pace towards the staircase.

Afraid of running into Nathaniel Gallagher.

She didn’t dare take the elevator, relying on sheer willpower to take the stairs.

...

Fifteen minutes later.

Nathaniel Gallagher finally managed to get Eleanor Churchill onto the car.

Still worried about Josephine Thompson, he hurried back to the ward.

Unfortunately...

He was already a step late.

Josephine Thompson had already quietly left.

Looking at the empty ward, Nathaniel Gallagher was in a panic, "Where is she?"

The nurse looked bewildered, "The patient was here just now, how is she suddenly gone?"

"Hurry up and find her."

Nathaniel Gallagher shouted sternly and frantically searched for her himself.

She was so seriously injured that leaving the hospital was very dangerous.

"Quick, go look for Josephine."

"Her body is so weak, she definitely hasn’t gone far. Everyone, hurry and search."

The bodyguards hurriedly responded, "Yes, President Gallagher."

...

On the other side.

Josephine Thompson staggered out of the hospital.

The sun outside made her dizzy, and the weakness in her body made her want to faint.

Fortunately.

A taxi stopped in front of her, "Where to?"

Josephine Thompson struggled to open the car door and got in, "To the Thompson Estate at Mount Belair."

"Alright."

The driver hit the gas and headed towards the Thompson Estate.

Josephine Thompson sat in the car, gradually losing consciousness.

The driver glanced through the rearview mirror and noticed the person in the back seat was motionless.

His heart skipped a beat, and he quickly pulled over to check.

Josephine Thompson’s face was as pale as paper, her head lolling against the car window. There was a streak of blood on her neck, clearly indicating she had fainted from injury.

"Miss? Miss, wake up!" The driver called to her a few times, but received no response.

Nonetheless, he took a closer look and realized it was indeed Josephine Thompson.

After all, she was a public figure in Audenburg, frequently appearing in the media and newspapers.

So, everyone knew who she was.

"Oh my God, it’s Miss Thompson. What could have happened to her?"

The driver didn’t dare delay.

In a hurry, he started the car again and headed towards the Thompson Estate.

...

Half an hour later.

The driver delivered Josephine Thompson to the Thompson Estate.

The butler and the household staff had been searching for days, all of them frantic with worry.

"Miss is back."

Uncle Lynch hurriedly directed the maids to carry her into the living room.

Seeing the bloody bandage on her neck and her bloodless face, he wiped his tears with heartache, "What a tragedy... How could Miss end up like this?"

He quickly sent someone to get the family doctor.

He and two maids stayed by, carefully wiping Josephine Thompson’s face.

Soon.

The family doctor rushed over, cut open the bandage to check the wound, his brows furrowing more and more, "The wound is severely torn and there’s a low fever, we need to clean and suture it immediately."

Uncle Lynch was pacing in anxiety, "Then hurry! We must ensure Miss’s safety!"

The doctor was just about to begin.

Josephine Thompson woke up groggily, her eyelashes fluttered as she sleepily grabbed Uncle Lynch’s hand, "...Where are my mom and dad?"

She was feverish and dazed, forgetting her parents had already passed away.

Uncle Lynch paused, "Don’t worry, Miss, I’m here."

Josephine finally relaxed a bit and passed out again.

"Sigh~"

"Poor thing."

Half an hour passed.

Nathaniel Gallagher hurriedly arrived at the Thompson Estate.

"Mr. Gallagher, please leave, our Miss is not ready to see anyone." Uncle Lynch watched him warily.

"Are you sure she has returned?" Nathaniel Gallagher’s voice couldn’t hide his urgency.

Uncle Lynch’s expression immediately darkened, "Mr. Gallagher. Our Miss has returned and needs to recuperate. Please leave!"

"Her wound has reopened, and she’s running a fever, she must receive proper treatment!" Nathaniel Gallagher stepped forward, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.

"Let me see her!"

"No need."

Uncle Lynch blocked the door with his body, "We’ve already called the doctor, no need to trouble Mr. Gallagher."

Those words hit Nathaniel Gallagher like a heavy blow, leaving him speechless.

"I’m really worried about her now, I must see her to be at ease." Nathaniel Gallagher said, trying to force his way in.

"Mr. Gallagher, this is the Thompson house, not the Gallagher Family. If you insist on forcing your way in, we will have to call the police."

"Our Miss also said she doesn’t want to see you, please leave!"

Nathaniel Gallagher stood at the door, listening to the bodyguards urging behind him. Watching the slowly closing door, he felt regret for the first time.

The evening breeze lifted the stains on the hem of his clothes, the sticky touch like a scar that couldn’t be washed away, engraved on his heart.

Nonetheless, knowing she returned safely provided him with some relief.

...

Josephine Thompson finally woke up in the afternoon.

The family doctor had re-treated her wound and applied medication.

"Ahem."

Uncle Lynch was full of anxiety, "Miss, you’re finally awake? What exactly happened? Why are you so badly hurt?"

Josephine Thompson slowly opened her eyes and took a weak breath.

She didn’t want to recall being imprisoned by Nathaniel Gallagher, nor did she want to remember that night on the mountain.

"Miss, President Grant has been looking for you for days, and there seems to be something wrong with him now too, we can’t reach him."

"Julian Grant..."

"What happened to him?"

"The day you disappeared, President Grant was very worried and looked everywhere for you. Later he went to look for you himself and didn’t return."

"I heard from the news that someone was in a car accident that night, I wonder if it was President Grant."

Josephine Thompson’s heart sank when she heard this, "Quick, give me a phone, I need to call him."

Knowing Julian Grant’s personality, he would definitely go crazy searching for her.

She was truly worried something might have happened to him.