CHAPTER 134: CHAPTER 134: I JUST WANT TO SEE HIM

The hospital corridor was eerily quiet.

The scent of disinfectant mixed with a faint aroma, assaulting one’s senses.

"Haven’t we arrived yet?" Josephine Thompson tightened her grip on the suitcase, her fingertips brushing against the patterns on the brocade box, as if clutching at the last bit of strength.

"We’re here." Evelyn Thorne pointed at the tightly closed door of the hospital room.

"Auntie Grant has been inside for three days, just persuaded to take a nap in the resting room."

As soon as he finished speaking.

The door to the resting room opened.

A middle-aged woman in an off-white suit walked out.

Her hair was slightly disheveled, her eyes deep with shadows and exhaustion. Despite this, her elegance and noble aura were undiminished.

Evelyn Thorne began introducing first, "Ms. Thompson, this is Julian’s mother."

Josephine Thompson’s heart tensed, and she greeted politely, "Hello, Auntie."

"Auntie Grant, this is Ms. Thompson I mentioned to you."

"You are Josephine Thompson?" Mrs. Grant’s gaze sharpened instantly, her eyes scrutinizing her intensely.

Josephine Thompson’s whole body tightened, she quickly nodded, "Hello, Auntie Grant. I’ve come to see Julian."

"How is Julian? Is he any better?"

Mrs. Grant’s brow furrowed, her expression extremely serious and cold.

Her son’s whereabouts in recent days, she had already sent someone to investigate!

Thus, she knew her son was fervently pursuing a girl, and even his recent accident was related to this pursuit!

At the same time, she had investigated Josephine Thompson’s background.

In the circle of aristocratic families, disdain chains also exist.

Families like hers, lofty and influential, actually disdained layers without political background, as they would degrade their radiance rather than provide any assistance on a political path.

Thus, she hoped her son would find a girl with a family background and status like Evelyn Thorne.

Of course, Josephine Thompson’s birth and education, among other things, were quite commendable too. If she hadn’t married or given birth before, Mrs. Grant might have accepted her being with her son.

"Are you the woman who captivated my son so thoroughly?" Mrs. Grant’s words were sharp, tinged with disdain.

After all!

Josephine Thompson had announced her divorce just a week ago.

Barely three months post-divorce, she couldn’t wait to entangle with her son.

A woman so frivolous and lacking in self-respect was naturally beneath her attention.

Josephine Thompson’s heart ached sharply, "...Mrs. Grant, Julian and I are just ordinary friends."

"Upon hearing about his accident, I was very sad and worried. So, I just wanted to see him; I mean no harm."

"Is that so?"

"Yes, I just want to see him."

"Hmph!" Mrs. Grant scoffed, her dissatisfaction growing deeper.

Though she had two sons, her eldest was recruited by special departments, unseen for years.

Now only this youngest son remained by her side.

She considered him more precious than her own eyes.

She naturally wouldn’t want her son to associate with a divorced woman.

Josephine Thompson stiffened, feeling utterly embarrassed.

"Mrs. Grant, please, let me into the room to see him."

Mrs. Grant stood in front of the hospital room door, her gaze as cold as ice, "No need. My son needs rest and isn’t suitable to meet irrelevant people."

"..." Josephine Thompson gripped the suitcase tighter, her knuckles turning pale.

See, how accurate her prediction was.

She had long known Julian Grant’s parents wouldn’t agree to them being together.

Thus, she had closed her heart off from Julian Grant from early on.

"I simply worry about his safety; I mean no harm. You don’t need to harbor such hostility against me, I really am only his ordinary friend."

Mrs. Grant’s lip curled into a sneer, "Ms. Thompson, you’ve divorced barely three months and now you’re clinging to my son. Now he’s in an accident, and you dare come here claiming ’concern’? I think you’re trying to use his name for ulterior motives, aren’t you?"

Evelyn Thorne watched anxiously from the side, trying to intervene, "Auntie Grant, it’s not like that, Josephine she..."

"Evelyn, this is none of your concern."

Mrs. Grant interrupted her, her gaze unwavering on Josephine Thompson, "Ms. Thompson, though our Grant Family may not be top-tier, we won’t allow anyone with ulterior motives to cling. Once Julian awakens, I’ll ensure he stays away from you, and you don’t need to come anymore."

Josephine Thompson’s heart felt pierced as if by pins, her throat ached subtly.

She took a deep breath, retrieved the brocade box from the suitcase, and opened it gently, "Mrs. Grant, I know you have biases against me, but truly I’m here just to see Julian. This is a gift I promised him, hoping to keep him safe, could you..."

"Take your item away; my son doesn’t need it!" Mrs. Grant’s tone was icy, her gaze even colder.

Though she looked down upon Josephine Thompson.

But Josephine Thompson’s appearance and demeanor still astounded her briefly.

Such beauty, elegance, frail fragility.

No wonder she could charm her son to stupidity.

"..." Josephine Thompson’s heart twisted sourly, her profound worry turning into helplessness.

Right when they were speaking.

A nurse ran out of the hospital room, exclaiming excitedly, "Madam, the young master is awake..."

"What? Julian is awake?"

Mrs. Grant turned sharply, her icy demeanor instantly replaced by overwhelming delight.

She ignored Josephine Thompson and rushed into the hospital room, "My son, you’ve finally awakened!"

Evelyn Thorne’s face lit up with joy too, "Grant the Dog is awake, it’s all good now, all good now."

"The doctors mentioned if he awakens within a week, there would be no life-threatening danger. That cunning dog, his life is tenacious, Yama wouldn’t dare take him!"

"Hmph~, that damned Grant the Dog, he punched me last time, I’ve yet to settle the score with him. He’d like to die, not that easily."

Josephine Thompson clutched the brocade box, trembling, an overwhelming and indescribable surge of emotion washing over her, her throat almost bursting with sobs.

She instinctively wanted to follow, but as soon as she moved, Mrs. Grant’s bodyguard blocked her path.

"Miss Thompson, please go back." The bodyguard said expressionlessly.

Evelyn quickly tried to smooth things over, "Auntie and the others were just too emotional, Josephine, don’t take it to heart. I’ll go in to check on things and come out to tell you soon!"

After saying this, she rushed into the ward like a gust of wind.

The corridor returned to silence.

Josephine stood there, looking at the closed door of the ward, feeling a dull ache in her heart.

Now, she just wanted to confirm that he was okay.

As long as he’s safe, she would be relieved.

She absolutely wouldn’t cling to him and make his mother dislike her.

A few minutes passed.

Evelyn ran out again, her face filled with excitement: "He’s awake! Grant the Dog is really awake! He can even talk, though he’s a bit weak! He’s been calling out to see you!"

Josephine’s anxious heart finally settled, her eyes heated up, and tears almost fell: "That’s great, as long as he’s alright."

"Evelyn, please hand this to him later. I’m leaving now, please."

With that, Josephine handed the brocade box to Evelyn.

"Be careful, this contains something fragile."

Evelyn took the box, "Ah? Are you sure you don’t want to see him before leaving?"

Josephine held back her tears, "No need, as long as I know there’s no danger to his life, I can be at ease."

Indeed.

As long as he can keep his life.

With The Grant Family’s substantial wealth and influence, they would undoubtedly find the best doctors and specialists for him.

The subsequent treatment doesn’t require her worry.

"Are you really leaving?"

"Goodbye." Josephine tried her best to smile at her and turned to leave.

"Hey, Ms. Thompson..."

Josephine didn’t say anything else and walked straight to the elevator.

...

Inside the ward.

Julian Grant had been in a coma for four whole days, finally waking up.

Mrs. Grant, Grant, Mrs. Grant, and Evelyn’s mother, etc., all surrounded the bed, crying with joy.

"Son, my son, you’ve finally woken up. Mom was worried to death, ever since you were a child, you never let mom have peace of mind." Mrs. Grant said while shedding tears.

Grant: "Julian, you can’t drive in the future, it’s too dangerous."

Mrs. Grant: "Exactly, exactly, just stay at home and be safe in the future!"

Julian Grant opened his eyes groggily, looking at the circle of people around him, both crying and laughing.

He felt like his brain was about to explode.

"Cough... Don’t crowd around the bed, I can’t breathe." Julian said weakly, feeling like he was spinning in a vortex.

"Oh, oh, everyone step back, let the air flow."

Hearing this, everyone quickly made some space, not daring to get too close to him.

"...Cough, how many days have I slept?"

"Son, you’ve been asleep for four days."

Julian Grant blinked heavily, his broken consciousness finally connecting.

"I’ve been in a coma for four days?"

"Oh no, Josephine must be worried sick. I have to save her..."

"Son, don’t move hastily, you have many fractures, you can’t move around!"

Julian, worried about Josephine, was anxious, "No, I must save Josephine. She must be in danger now, she’s all alone. If I don’t help her, she’ll get into big trouble..."

"Crash!" With a sound.

Evelyn, holding the brocade box, pushed open the ward door and walked in.

"Don’t go, she’s fine."

"How do you know?"

"Look, she asked me to pass this to you."

Evelyn, still annoyed over him hitting her last time, placed the box on Julian’s body angrily.

However, seeing him injured so severely in the car accident.

She temporarily decided not to settle accounts with him.

"What’s this?" Julian frowned, eagerly opening the box for a look.

The box opened.

An exquisitely scented Ancient God came into view.

"Wow, such a delicate Jade God. It doesn’t look like a modern creation, could it be an antique?"

Julian’s heart skipped a beat, "Josephine... Josephine, where is she now?"

"She just left."

"What? Josephine came to the hospital?" Julian, in panic, immediately lifted the quilt to chase after her.

"Son, lie down quickly, your leg is broken, you can’t move around."

Julian’s eyes grew red with anxiety, refusing to listen to any advice and insisting on leaving the bed, "Josephine, I have to find her, don’t stop me."

Mrs. Grant saw this and had a headache, "Alright, alright, lie down, I’ll send someone to call her back."

This youngest son was spoiled rotten since childhood.

If things don’t go his way, he won’t stop.

"Evelyn, take the bodyguards and quickly go find her."