CHAPTER 144: CHAPTER 144: JOSEPHINE, PLEASE HAVE THE BABY TO SAVE HENNY

"Josephine, the doctor said you’re too weak and need to rest well."

Josephine Thompson’s voice was hoarse as she tried hard to withdraw her hand, but he gripped it tighter.

"Nathaniel Gallagher, let go of my hand..."

Nathaniel Gallagher’s throat moved as he looked at her pale yet stubborn face, and the joy that had just been ignited in his heart was instantly extinguished.

He knew that forcing it would only make her resist more.

"Josephine, lie down first."

His voice was hoarse, carrying a deliberately suppressed sob, "Don’t rush to chase me away. I have something really important to tell you."

Josephine frowned and said coldly, "What is it?"

Nathaniel slowly turned around, his eyes frighteningly red, even filled with tears, his vulnerable and sad appearance made Josephine’s heart drop heavily.

"Did Director Linton not make it back?"

"No, it’s Henny... Henny’s not doing well." Nathaniel’s voice trembled violently, his throat even choked with sobs.

Josephine abruptly tried to sit up, her sudden movement tugging at the IV tube, the needle on the back of her hand slipping slightly, seeping blood.

"What’s going on with Henny now? What did the doctor say?"

"The doctor has confirmed it’s leukemia, and it’s a very rare type. Conventional chemotherapy is not effective."

Nathaniel lowered his eyes, the tremor in his voice almost breaking, "The doctor said the only hope is a bone marrow transplant and stem cell transplant from cord blood."

"..." Josephine listened, her heart sinking continuously.

She couldn’t stand by and do nothing.

Even if it was a stranger’s child.

As long as there was hope for treatment, she would be willing to donate bone marrow.

"Stop talking, have the doctor do a bone marrow match for me now. As long as my bone marrow matches, I’m willing to donate."

Nathaniel listened, knowing she had softened.

She was inherently a soft-hearted and kind woman.

As long as he played the emotional card well and used a bit of a bitter plan.

She would be willing to have the child.

"Josephine, there’s no way to match your bone marrow right now."

Josephine was puzzled, "Why?"

Nathaniel looked mournful, extremely desolate as he said, "The doctor just examined you and said you’re pregnant."

Boom!

Josephine Thornton’s brain instantly exploded.

The thing she feared the most had happened after all.

"What... what did you say?"

Nathaniel hurriedly pressed her back into place, gently soothing her, "Don’t get so worked up, don’t have such a big reaction, it’s not good for your body, or the child in your belly."

Josephine trembled all over, her hand instinctively reaching for her abdomen, "Impossible... it’s impossible..."

"I’m sorry, it’s all my fault. I know you hate me, and I know you wouldn’t want to have this child. I have no face to ask you to have the baby, but..." Nathaniel choked, intentionally retreating for the sake of advancing.

"But at present, Henny’s life is in your hands. My and Eleanor’s bone marrow didn’t match, the only hope is the cord blood from the baby in your belly."

"..." Josephine’s mind buzzed, looking at him with fear and resistance.

They had already divorced.

Now to ask her to have his child was truly absurd.

She would sooner die than bear his child.

Nathaniel’s eyes brimmed with tears, the bloodshot veins in his pupils densely spreading, "Josephine, I’m begging you, save the child!"

"No matter what, Henny was born from you. He called you mommy for three years, he was originally your child too."

"Now the child’s sick, can you bear to see his life stop at three?"

Josephine struggled to sit up, "Nathaniel Gallagher, stop talking, I can abort the child and do a bone marrow match."

"If the bone marrow matches, I’m willing to save him..."

"No way!"

Nathaniel suddenly raised his voice, his eyes flooding with tears even more fiercely, "Josephine, calm down! The doctor said your body is too weak, aborting now is life-threatening! Besides... even if you risk aborting, the bone marrow might not match!"

"Moreover, the doctor said your uterine lining is too thin. If this child is aborted, it might be very difficult to get pregnant again in the future."

"So, only the cord blood of this child has the highest matching success rate. The doctor said this is Henny’s only way to live... What do you want me to do? Stand by and watch him die?"

Josephine was stunned by his yell, then forcefully pushed him away, tears finally falling uncontrollably, "Then what do you want me to do? Have this child I don’t want, use his cord blood to save Henny? Then what? How am I supposed to face this child?"

"I can take him away, I can never let you see him!" Nathaniel immediately replied, as if grabbing the last straw, "As long as Henny can be saved, I’ll agree to anything you say! You can leave right after having the baby, I won’t make it difficult for you, I won’t cling to you!"

He grasped the hem of her clothes tightly with both hands, his forehead pressing against the sheet, his voice humble and desperate, "Josephine, I know I’m a bastard, I know I wronged you. But Henny is innocent, he’s your own son! I’m begging you for his sake, give me another chance, give this child a chance too... I beg you..."

Josephine’s heart was suffocating, the pain so intense she could barely breathe.

She instinctively reached for her abdomen, where a little life was currently growing.

She hated the arrival of this child, hated that it was a bond Nathaniel used despicable means to leave

But when she heard "might not get pregnant again," her heart inexplicably trembled.

"You’re lying to me, no matter what I won’t have this child."

Nathaniel suddenly raised his head, the bloodshot veins in his eyes spreading like a spiderweb, tears mixed with despair streaming down his face, "It’s true! I just asked the doctor, he sighed holding your examination report, saying your previous miscarriage had hurt your foundation."

"This pregnancy was already out of luck. If you force an abortion, afterward... afterward, it might be very hard to become a mother again."

He deliberately emphasized the words "miscarriage."

Betting she would remember the child they couldn’t keep back then.

Josephine’s complexion turned even paler, her heart twisting in pain.

If she really couldn’t get pregnant again in the future.

Then she definitely had to keep this child.

The Thornton family’s lineage was too thin.

In her generation, she was the only daughter. If she didn’t have children, the Thornton lineage would be completely cut off.

Therefore, no matter whose child was in her belly, she had to give birth to it.

She seemed to start to waver.

Nathaniel Gallagher wore a face full of sorrow and said sadly, "And, even if it’s not to save Henny, your grandfather also hopes you’ll have a child soon to carry on the Thornton Family’s legacy."

"I know I deceived you before and caused you a lot of harm. I’m really sorry, and no matter what I do, I can’t make up for my mistakes."

"Now, this is fate!"

Josephine Thompson looked pained, "...Don’t say any more, I need some time to calm down."

Nathaniel Gallagher pondered for a few seconds, then silently stood up, "Alright, think it over carefully."

"This concerns the lives of two small souls, you must consider carefully, don’t easily erase the lives of two children."

Josephine heard this, and her heart twisted with pain again.

Yes.

Two small lives...

These are two human lives!

"I’ll go out first, take your time to think." Nathaniel Gallagher pretended to be in despair with a look of utter hopelessness.

Deliberately he staggered with each step toward the door of the hospital room.

She watched his heavy and lonely figure, evidently sad to the point of losing all sense of self.

So, she really needed to consider carefully.

However.

As Nathaniel Gallagher stepped out of the hospital room, a smile instantly blossomed on his face.

He walked with a light and joyous air.

Today was truly his happiest day since the divorce.

His son’s leukemia was a misdiagnosis.

The second child he wanted most has also unexpectedly come.

What could be happier than this?

A little later.

He immediately went to the pediatric clinic to find Henry Gallagher’s primary doctor.

The doctor looked excited, "President Gallagher..."

Nathaniel Gallagher entered the office and subsequently closed the door.

"President Gallagher, young master’s treatment plan has already started. Currently, it’s necessary to get medication from the epidemic prevention station. Once the medicine is taken, there will soon be no trouble."

Nathaniel Gallagher remained silent and merely sat down opposite in the office.

Then.

He took out a checkbook and pen from his suit pocket.

Started writing the check.

Zero after zero...

The primary doctor was stunned, his mouth agape in shock, while also so excited he couldn’t speak clearly, "President Gallagher, this... this is..."

After finishing the check.

Nathaniel Gallagher gave a wicked smile and placed the check on the desk.

"Listen, my son’s illness is to be treated as usual, ensure my son recovers as soon as possible, leaving no aftereffects. But don’t tell anyone it was a misdiagnosis, understand?"

"Ah??" The primary doctor looked at him, bewildered.

"President Gallagher... Please speak frankly... I don’t quite understand what you mean."

Nathaniel Gallagher’s handsome and dignified face showed a hint of impatience, "If others ask about Henny’s condition, tell them Josephine’s baby’s cord blood is needed for treatment, understand?"

The primary doctor was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly realized, "Oh, oh, got it, got it."

"President Gallagher wants Miss Thompson to have the baby, right? I understand, I know what to do."

Nathaniel Gallagher smiled with satisfaction and patted his shoulder before turning to leave.

After he left.

The primary doctor wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, quickly picked up the check on the desk, and took a glance.

"Wow..."

He counted several times in a row before getting the zeros after the one clear.

...

In the hospital room.

Josephine Thompson’s heart was still in turmoil, unable to calm down.

Not knowing what to do!

She couldn’t even imagine he had led her into another pit.

In truth, it wasn’t that she was stupid, nor was she weak.

But Nathaniel Gallagher was just too cunning, too strong.

Intellectually, they weren’t even in the same league!

Josephine Thompson’s IQ was 116, which was actually considered high intelligence.

While Nathaniel Gallagher’s IQ was as high as 156, directly forty points higher than hers.

He looked at her like an average person would look at a dog’s intelligence.

"Knock knock knock!"

The knocking sound rang lightly three times.

Then, the door was pushed open.

Nathaniel Gallagher, the emperor of acting, had returned, and his face once again wore a blank and pained expression.

"Nathaniel Gallagher, I haven’t made up my mind, you leave!"

"The doctor said you have low blood sugar and your body is very weak, you must nourish yourself well."

With that, he carefully placed several insulated containers on the table.

"Have something to eat?"