CHAPTER 140: CHAPTER 140: JOSEPHINE, LEAVE IT TO ME

Nathaniel Gallagher looked at her through the car window, his expression complex, eyes filled with obvious exhaustion and urgency. "Josephine, I’m not here to bother you. I’m just worried about you and came to check on you."

Josephine Thompson, hearing this, became even more upset, "I don’t need your concern. I’m begging you, can you just stay away from me?"

Nathaniel Gallagher held onto the car window, his stern face devoid of warmth, "... Henny is very sick. The doctor says it might be leukemia."

Boom!

Josephine Thompson’s mind exploded, her anger turning to astonishment, "What did you say? Leukemia?"

Nathaniel Gallagher’s voice was heavy, his expression bitterly desolate, "The initial assessment is leukemia."

"They’ve done a bone marrow puncture, but the results aren’t out yet. The doctor says the situation doesn’t look good."

"Josephine, I know you hate me. But Henny... after all, he’s the child you gave birth to. He needs you now... very much."

"Needs me?" Josephine Thompson felt a chill rush from her feet to her head, as if all the blood in her body had frozen.

Leukemia... the word was like a poisoned needle, piercing her heart.

Even if he wasn’t her child.

She couldn’t bear to see a child suffer from such a disease.

"No... impossible... Henny has always been healthy, how could he..."

"It’s sudden." Nathaniel Gallagher lowered his gaze, his voice filled with regret.

"The doctor said if it is confirmed as leukemia, he might need a bone marrow transplant."

"..." Josephine Thompson’s heart clenched again, looking at him with both wariness and resentment.

"What do you mean by saying that? You want me to donate bone marrow? Ha~ how interesting of you."

Nathaniel Gallagher looked at her deeply and sighed, "You are his biological mother, there’s a high probability your marrow will be a match."

"Of course, if my marrow is a match, I would definitely use mine."

Donating bone marrow is different from donating blood.

Different blood types can also be transplanted.

Henry Gallagher was born from her, naturally increasing the probability of a match.

Josephine Thompson felt a chill in her heart, cold and aching.

"Nathaniel Gallagher, at this time, you should be finding his biological mother, not looking for me. He’s your and Eleanor Churchill’s child, I have no obligation to contribute."

After speaking.

She closed the car window, not wanting to deal with him anymore.

Right now, she’s already overwhelmed with the matter of the antiques and has no energy or mind to play the role of a saintly Madonna.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Nathaniel Gallagher knocked on the car window more urgently, "Josephine, don’t leave yet, I know you need help now too."

"I can help you too..."

Josephine Thompson sternly instructed the driver, "Driver, start the car!"

"Okay."

Several bodyguards immediately surrounded them, "Mr. Gallagher, please stop bothering President Thompson."

"Josephine, Josephine—"

The car started.

Directly maneuvered around his car and slowly drove into the distance.

...

In the car.

Josephine Thompson felt like there was a burning stone pressing on her heart, causing her to almost gasp for air.

The moment the car drove away.

She saw Nathaniel Gallagher frozen in place through the rearview mirror. He raised his hand to press his brow, with an unexplained sense of defeat and despair in his posture.

However.

She couldn’t afford to sympathize with him.

Not rubbing salt in the wound, not rejoicing in others’ misfortunes was her last bit of kindness.

"President Thompson, are you alright?" Ruby looked at her pale face and handed over a bottle of warm water.

Josephine Thompson took the water, but her fingers were trembling, struggling to open the cap after several tries.

"Forget it, I have no energy to deal with other matters now, I just need to recover all the antiques and artifacts..."

...

The next day.

Josephine Thompson got up early and rushed to the interrogation room.

Unfortunately.

The security personnel had already interrogated all night.

Director Linton and Curator Sterling seemed to have colluded, no matter what methods the security team used. They stubbornly refused to admit anything, repeatedly saying ’don’t know’ and ’not involved.’

Watching the monitoring footage of the two’s obstinate behavior, all hope in Josephine Thompson’s heart vanished, and she finally made up her mind, "Ruby, contact the police and let them handle it."

"Okay."

Over fifty billion in losses.

This was no longer something she could settle privately.

Therefore, legal procedures must be followed to give an account to the Thornton Family and to her grandfather.

Just as Ruby picked up the phone to call the police.

"Click!" The office door was pushed open.

Nathaniel Gallagher, dressed in a black suit, exuding a fierce aura, walked in.

The bodyguards couldn’t stop him at all, "President Gallagher, you can’t go in..."

Josephine Thompson’s heart jolted, angrily shouting, "Nathaniel Gallagher, what are you doing here again?"

"Don’t call the police." He spoke directly, his tone allowing no disagreement.

Josephine Thompson frowned incredulously, "What did you say?"

Nathaniel Gallagher took long strides and stood in front of her, his tone steady yet sharp, "The police procedures are too slow. By the time they finish their process, those artifacts would have been shipped abroad, and I’m afraid we’ll never recover them."

Josephine Thompson listened, swallowing a heavy breath, "Nathaniel Gallagher, this is my business, it has nothing to do with you."

"How could it have nothing to do with me?"

"I’m your ex-husband, someone who lived closely with you for four years. Even if we’re divorced, I will still take care of you. I’ve told you before, no matter what difficulties you encounter, you can always come to me."

He paused, his gaze sinking, "Have your people leave; leave it to me. In half an hour, I’ll make them talk."

Josephine Thompson’s heart tightened, "What are you planning to do?"

She knew Nathaniel Gallagher’s methods were always ruthless and cold.

But she didn’t want to solve problems through illegal means.

"Don’t worry, it won’t be fatal."

Nathaniel Gallagher saw through her concerns, his tone calm yet oppressive, "To deal with those who won’t shed tears without seeing a coffin, you must use the methods they understand. I know you’re kind-hearted and stick to rules. Unfortunately, the rules you follow won’t save those antiques."

He finished speaking.

He snapped his fingers to the two men behind him.

Immediately.

Two bodyguards walked in.

Their steps were steady, their eyes carrying a chilling and hard murderous intent.

"Listen, go out, leave it to me."

"..." Josephine Thompson’s chest was blocked.

She subconsciously looked at the monitor showing Director Linton and Curator Sterling.

They still had the same fearless attitude.

Forget it.

Nathaniel Gallagher was the best at dealing with such stubborn and unruly people. Handing it over to him might have miraculous effects.

"Nathaniel Gallagher, don’t do anything reckless."

Nathaniel Gallagher’s voice dropped slightly, "I know you don’t trust me, but this time, I just want to help you. As for what’s going on with Henny... I’ve already found the best doctor, you don’t have to worry for now. You just need to tell me if you want those artifacts back."

The last sentence was like a heavy hammer striking Josephine Thompson’s heart.

"..." She took a deep breath and finally stepped aside.

Afterwards, she directed everyone to wait outside.

Nathaniel Gallagher nodded, said nothing more, and walked straight into the interrogation room.

Josephine Thompson and Ruby left the office, standing in the hallway. They couldn’t hear any sounds from inside through the thick door, but her heart felt as if it was suspended in mid-air.

The clock on the wall ticked, each second passing like an agony.