CHAPTER 49: CHAPTER 49: SHE ACTUALLY CARES ABOUT ANOTHER MAN

Taking a closer look.

The man their son called dad seemed vaguely familiar.

Especially that striking silver-gray hair—who else could it be but Julian Grant?

My son is actually calling Julian Grant dad??

Nathaniel Gallagher’s face turned red with anger, his handsome and noble face shifting from pale to dark, filled with looming clouds.

"Damn it, damn it!"

"Crunch--" Nathaniel Gallagher was so furious he was about to spit blood, clenching his fingers tightly, his gratitude instantly transforming into rage.

He quickened his pace toward them.

Henry Gallagher sat on Julian Grant’s lap, looking up with an innocent face and asking curiously, "New dad, when will I grow up?"

Julian Grant patted his head, smiling cheerfully, "Soon, soon, do you like your new dad?"

"Mm, I like him."

Julian Grant beamed, looking smugly at Josephine Thompson, "Josephine, your son has accepted me. Rest assured, your son is my son. When we get married, I’ll treat him like my own."

Josephine Thompson’s face turned cold, not bothering to argue with him. Anyway, he never knew when to stop talking; it’s better just to listen. The more you argue, the more he enjoys it.

"Stop messing around, Henny, come and wipe your face," Josephine Thompson said, picking up a disinfectant wipe to clean the dirt on his face and hands.

"Thank you, mommy."

Seeing this, Julian Grant quickly moved his face closer to Josephine Thompson’s hand, "Josephine, wipe my face too!"

Josephine Thompson frowned, not wanting to deal with him.

But seeing several stains and traces of blood on his face from such a close distance, she wiped them off for him casually.

"This side too." Julian Grant appeared to enjoy it, deliberately tilting his head as if to rest on her shoulder.

"Stop it~," Josephine Thompson said angrily, lightly knocking on his head.

"Josephine, you hurt me, you need to give me a kiss."

"Buzz off!"

"Hahaha, mommy, don’t hit new dad," Henry Gallagher said, being just a child, unable to understand the complex emotions between adults.

The three of them bickered and played around, looking for all the world like a family of three.

A triple combo hit.

Nathaniel Gallagher watched this scene, his heart nearly bursting with anger.

Is she that eager to get remarried with our son in tow?

Is she really not afraid of him getting angry?

"Henny, come here."

Hearing the voice, the three looked up at Nathaniel Gallagher.

Nathaniel Gallagher stood five steps away, emitting a terrifyingly low pressure, his hawk-like eyes filled with sharpness as he looked at the three.

"Daddy." Henry Gallagher jumped off Julian Grant’s lap, excitedly running to Nathaniel Gallagher.

Nathaniel Gallagher crouched down, holding his son tightly, "Let daddy see, are you hurt?"

"Boohoo, not hurt."

After confirming his son was unharmed, Nathaniel Gallagher breathed a slight sigh of relief, "It’s alright, it’s alright, daddy will take you home."

"Daddy, it was new dad and mommy who saved me."

Hearing this, Nathaniel Gallagher couldn’t suppress his anger, "Shut up, you only have one daddy, you’re not allowed to call anyone else dad."

"...Oh." Henry Gallagher was startled, looking timidly at his dad.

"Andy, take Henny to the helicopter first."

"Got it, President Gallagher."

Andy quickly picked up Henry Gallagher and headed towards the helicopter behind them.

"Josephine, Julian Grant, why are you two together?" Nathaniel Gallagher glared murderously at Julian Grant, then looked at Josephine Thompson.

Josephine Thompson and Julian Grant glanced at him, simultaneously rising from the bench.

A half month of not seeing each other.

Josephine Thompson already felt estranged and distant from him, unwilling to converse, "Now that Henny is safely with you, I’m relieved."

"See you in court on the fifth of next month."

After speaking, she didn’t want to look at him again and turned to leave.

Seeing this, Nathaniel Gallagher became even more enraged, grabbing her arm tightly and asking fiercely, "I asked why are you with Julian Grant?"

"Let go, who I’m with is none of your business."

Upon hearing this, Nathaniel Gallagher’s face twisted with rage, "You’re my wife; dare you say it doesn’t matter to me?"

Josephine Thompson looked at him coldly, "Aren’t you also with another woman?"

"..." Nathaniel Gallagher froze, his eyes flickering uneasily.

Men are just double standards.

He could have ambiguous relationships with other women.

But she couldn’t.

She had to love him wholeheartedly, be unwaveringly faithful, and devotedly place him first in her heart, conscientiously keeping a distance from all men without the slightest thought of another.

"Nathaniel Gallagher, let go, neither of us should meddle in each other’s affairs. I won’t ask you, and you have no right to ask me," Josephine Thompson forcefully tried to shake free, not wanting to exchange another word with him.

When she lay in a hospital bed, life or death uncertain, he left her to go to Vessia to accompany another woman.

What right did he have to question her now?

Nathaniel Gallagher choked on his heavy breath, his gaze gradually turning bloodshot and furious, "...Josephine Thompson, I warn you, if you dare betray me, I will make you regret it."

Seeing this, Julian Grant stepped forward and pushed Nathaniel Gallagher away, "Nathaniel Gallagher, let go of Josephine."

"Josephine has already decided to divorce you, stop pestering her."

Nathaniel Gallagher sneered, looking at him with a sinister gaze, "As long as we haven’t finalized the divorce, she’s still my wife."

"If you dare to mess with my wife, I’ll make sure you die a horrible death."

Julian Grant heard this and laughed disdainfully, "Oh, I’m so scared, you’ve really frightened me."

"Nathaniel Gallagher, I’ll spell it out for you today. Josephine plans to marry me right after she divorces you. By then, you’re welcome to attend the wedding."

Nathaniel Gallagher let out a cold sneer, his expression unpredictable as he looked at him, "Ha~, I get it. You’re the one who had my son kidnapped, aren’t you?"

Julian Grant looked utterly incredulous, "Has your brain been kicked by a donkey?"

"I saved your son, and instead of being grateful, you actually suspect me?"

Nathaniel Gallagher’s face was cold, "Is it really such a coincidence? My son was kidnapped, and you just happened to save him?"

"Or is it that those kidnappers were under your orders and you staged the whole thing?"

Julian Grant was so enraged he laughed, "Wow, seems like your skull really got damaged by a donkey’s hoof. The police are right here, you can confirm any suspicions with them."

"No wonder Josephine wants a divorce from you. With an IQ like yours, you’re indeed not a match for her."

"You’re asking for death." Nathaniel Gallagher lost all composure in his anger and swung a punch at him.

Julian Grant reacted swiftly, ducking his head to dodge away.

Nathaniel Gallagher’s punch hit nothing but air.

His self-control and patience had always been strong. Even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of him, he could remain calm.

But today, he lost all composure, so angered he lost all reason.

Josephine saw the situation and hurried to stop it, "What are you doing?"

Julian Grant smiled and pulled her behind him protectively, looking at Nathaniel Gallagher with a defiant arrogance, "Josephine, don’t interfere. This is between us men."

With that, he stretched his muscles and did a few warm-up punches, "Come."

"Try again."

Nathaniel Gallagher’s face twitched, and he lunged forward with another punch.

Julian Grant dodged left and right, avoiding several punches in succession, taunting him all the while, "Eh~ missed again, you missed again."

"Old man, at your age, don’t try fighting like the younger guys!"

Julian Grant’s arrogant demeanor was infuriating.

Nathaniel Gallagher was enraged, taking a step forward, sweeping a punch sideways with a gust of wind.

Julian Grant hurriedly leapt back.

Unexpectedly, Nathaniel Gallagher’s move was a feint, and as Julian backed away, Nathaniel moved in close, gripping his left hand into a fist, landing a solid hook right into Julian’s nose.

"Uh~" Julian staggered back a few steps, blood spurting from his nose.

He wiped the blood away, his fingertips stained crimson.

"Nathaniel Gallagher, you’re looking for death!"

Before he could finish, Julian burst forth like a cheetah, driving his knee into Nathaniel’s abdomen.

Nathaniel grunted, stumbling backward, crashing heavily into a parked car, the windshield cracking like a spider web.

"Die!" Nathaniel’s eyes were filled with malice as he grabbed a shard of broken glass, aiming it at Julian’s eyes.

Julian turned to dodge just in time, the glass grazing his cheek, leaving a cut near his eye.

"You sneaky bastard." Julian became utterly enraged, unleashing a series of furious punches in return.

If it was a fistfight, Julian, being a few years younger, had the edge in stamina and explosiveness.

But in terms of ruthlessness and battle techniques, he was no match for Nathaniel.

Moreover, Julian fought because of competitiveness. He usually stopped before going too far.

But not Nathaniel. In his early years, fights were to the death; it was kill or be killed. If he was not ruthless enough, he’d be the one facing death.

"Bang!"

Nathaniel took several hits, but instead of letting go, he clasped Julian’s neck tightly.

Simultaneously, he held a sharp shard of glass, viciously aiming for Julian’s neck.

I don’t care if I live or die, but I must ensure you die.

Julian was shocked, never expecting Nathaniel would actually dare to be so lethal.

"Die..." he instantly spread his arms, pressing hard against Nathaniel’s wrist.

"Bang!"

The two were like two lions, rolling and wrestling to the ground.

Josephine was terrified, rushing forward to pull him, "Nathaniel! You’re crazy! Someone’s going to die!"

"Someone, help, help..."

Ruby and Sophia, along with several officers from afar, all hurried forward to assist.

"Stop it, no fighting."

Nathaniel’s butler and bodyguards immediately stepped up, "President Gallagher, stop."

A group of people pulled and tugged, finally separating the two.

"No fighting, don’t resort to violence."

Nathaniel stood tall, exuding a cold menace. His left hand was bleeding, his palm a bloody mess from the glass shard.

Julian was also injured, a cut on his face from the glass. If not for his quick reaction, the glass could have burst his eyeball.

Josephine gasped, looking at Nathaniel, then at Julian, "...Are you okay?"

Julian panted heavily, casually reassuring her, "I’m fine, don’t worry."

He had indeed been careless, not expecting Nathaniel to go for the kill.

"Your face is bleeding." Josephine said, hurriedly taking out a hemostatic cotton to press against his wound.

Seeing this, Nathaniel felt an explosion inside, a strong bitterness surging from head to toe.

He was her husband, yet she ignored his injuries and went to care for another man.