CHAPTER 127: CHAPTER 127: BE GOOD, GIVE YOUR HUSBAND ANOTHER CHILD

Josephine Thompson froze all over, as if drenched in ice water, and suddenly pushed him away, her eyes filled with horror and disgust: "Nathaniel Gallagher, are you out of your mind?!"

"I’m not crazy."

Nathaniel Gallagher’s eyes were terrifyingly obsessive, as he approached step by step, "Only our child can keep you by my side forever. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of him, and I’ll take care of you too."

"Get lost!" Josephine Thompson grabbed the crystal ornament on the table and hurled it at him fiercely, "Do you think a child can bind me? Nathaniel Gallagher, you’re dreaming!"

The ornament hit his shoulder, making a dull thud.

He didn’t move a muscle, only his eyes became darker: "Baby, don’t force me to use harsh methods."

Josephine Thompson laughed coldly, retreating step by step, "What other methods do you have?"

"Lock me up, drug me, force me to get pregnant? Do you think that gives you a sense of accomplishment?"

Nathaniel Gallagher’s Adam’s apple bobbed twice as he approached step by step. He grabbed her wrist, the force strong enough to almost crush her bones: "I just want you to stay by my side, is that so hard?"

Josephine Thompson struggled, her wrist painfully squeezed, "Nathaniel Gallagher, you approached me with a purpose from the beginning. You never really loved me, you were just using me, hurting me all along."

"Even now, you refuse to let me go. You still want to imprison me, force me to do things I don’t want to do. This isn’t love, it’s perversion!"

"Perversion?"

Nathaniel Gallagher laughed lowly, his laughter filled with self-mockery and madness, "Perhaps. But as long as I can keep you, what does it matter if it’s perverted?"

He suddenly dragged her into the bedroom and locked the door behind him.

Immediately after.

Josephine Thompson was thrown onto the bed.

"Ugh ugh..."

Watching his advancing figure.

Josephine Thompson’s heart raced wildly, while she quietly reached under the pillow.

Under the pillow.

Was a toothbrush handle sharpened to a point, sharper than an awl.

After all, there were no knives or sharp objects in the villa. She had spent the last two days constantly sharpening the handle of the toothbrush in the bathroom.

"Nathaniel Gallagher, what do you want? I warn you, don’t come near me."

"Baby, let’s have a child. Haven’t you always resented that Henny isn’t our biological child? We can have one that’s only ours..."

Nathaniel Gallagher leaned over, fingertips tearing open her collar, the possessiveness in his eyes almost devouring her.

"Be good, listen!"

"Let go of me!"

Josephine Thompson’s voice trembled with fear as her hand under the pillow clutched the sharpened toothbrush handle tightly, the sharp edge of the plastic painfully digging into her palm.

She watched Nathaniel Gallagher’s advancing figure, the madness in her eyes winding around her like vines, almost suffocating her.

Nathaniel Gallagher leaned down, kneeling on the bed, forcibly spreading her legs.

"Be good, resisting will do you no good. Hubby will make you pregnant, and after you give birth to the child..."

"Don’t touch me!" Josephine Thompson suddenly drew out her hand hidden under the pillow, and with lightning speed, fiercely stabbed towards his neck.

Nathaniel Gallagher, seeing this, reacted extremely quickly, dodging aside.

The toothbrush did not stab tightly into his throat but grazed his neck.

"Scratch!"

His neck hurt too, marked by a line of blood.

"Sss..." Nathaniel Gallagher frowned, instinctively covering the wound.

Blood flowed down his fingers.

Luckily, he reacted quickly enough.

Otherwise, the sharp toothbrush handle stabbing into the throat would have killed him on the spot.

Nathaniel Gallagher looked at her in disbelief, his eyes gradually turning cold as frost, "...Josephine, you actually wanted to kill me?"

Josephine Thompson held the blood-dripping toothbrush tightly, gasping in fear.

He had been deceiving her, hurting her, humiliating her all along.

Of course, she had to retaliate and resist.

But she knew very well, she only had one chance to strike. If she missed, there wouldn’t be a second chance.

"Nathaniel Gallagher, if you take one more step, I’ll die in front of you!" Josephine Thompson steeled her heart, turning the toothbrush handle towards her own throat.

If she couldn’t kill him, could she not kill herself?

Rather than being imprisoned by him, worse than death.

Better to end it once and for all herself.

Nathaniel Gallagher’s movements suddenly stopped, his pupils contracted, staring at the object in her hand, his face instantly darkened as if it could drip water: "...Josephine Thompson, put it down."

"Let me go!"

Josephine Thompson’s hand trembled, yet she held the toothbrush handle tightly, "Otherwise I’ll stab it down right now! Being locked up here by you is worse than death, might as well end it!"

Her eyes were resolute, without a hint of retreat.

The suppression and fear of these days exploded in this moment, turning into the courage to take him down with her.

Nathaniel Gallagher’s chest heaved violently, rage and a hint of undetectable panic surged beneath his eyes.

He had never seen this side of Josephine Thompson.

Like a young beast driven to the edge of a cliff, willing to smash into pieces rather than be manipulated anymore.

"You dare?" His voice was hoarse, laced with threat, yet he didn’t step forward.

"Watch me!"

Josephine Thompson pressed the toothbrush handle tightly against her throat, glaring at him with anger and hatred, "Nathaniel Gallagher, don’t push me too far."

"From the moment we met until now, I have treated you fairly, I have never done anything to hurt you."

"But what about you? You lied to me from the beginning, you obviously don’t love me, yet you acted so true."

"You even want me to give birth to your child with Eleanor Churchill, did you ever consider my feelings? Did you ever think about the pain of carrying a baby for ten months, only to find it’s someone else’s child? Can you understand that feeling? You can’t."

"..." Nathaniel Gallagher choked up, instinctively releasing his wound, allowing the blood to flow freely.

"You’ve already hurt me so much, yet still want to imprison me, force me to do things I don’t want to do. You even want to use a child to bind me... do you have a heart at all?"

Tears mixed with anger rolled down.

Her voice choked with sobs: "Nathaniel Gallagher, I’m telling you, even if I die, I will never be manipulated by you again!"

Nathaniel Gallagher looked into her eyes filled with a resolve to die, feeling as though something gripped his heart tightly, a wave of unprecedented panic spreading through.

He had always thought he could control everything, could keep her firmly by his side.

But he forgot her inherent fierceness and stubbornness.

"... Okay, I won’t touch you."

Nathaniel Gallagher slowly stepped back, raising his hands, his tone carrying a repressed compromise, "Be good, put down the thing first, let’s have a good talk."

"Talk about what?" Josephine Thompson coldly sneered, her hand still firm, "Talk about how you continue to imprison me, or talk about how you force me to get pregnant? Nathaniel Gallagher, I won’t believe you anymore."

"Did you ever think? By forcing me to give you another child, how many people will be hurt?"

"The child will be illegitimate, will never see the light of day, will be ridiculed all their life."

"If Eleanor Churchill knows, she will also be heartbroken. By doing this, you are not only hurting me but everyone around you."

Her words pierced like needles deeply into Nathaniel Gallagher’s heart.

He looked at her pale and angry face.

He suddenly felt that the person before him had changed.

The wife who used to smile at him, who would rely on and lean against him, seemed to be pushed away by his own hands, never to return.

"... I’ll let you go for a walk, within the manor." He opened his mouth with difficulty, as if making a huge concession, "But you can’t leave my sight."

Josephine Thompson didn’t move, just looked at him warily: "I want to leave here and go back to my own home."

"Impossible." Nathaniel Gallagher’s tone hardened again, "I said, unless I die, you won’t be able to go anywhere."

The stalemate fell into place again.

The bedroom was terrifyingly quiet, only their heavy breaths intertwined.

Josephine Thompson’s arm gradually grew sore, her hand gripping the toothbrush began to tremble.

Nathaniel Gallagher feared she might really hurt herself, but was unwilling to let her go.

He could only try to coax her, "Be good, I know I hurt you, I know I was wrong."

"I will respect your decision, will let you leave. Be good, I won’t force you anymore, I just want to hold you once more..."

He tried to get closer again, intending to snatch the toothbrush from her while she was distracted.

Josephine Thompson felt a sinking feeling, knowing he wouldn’t let go easily, "Don’t come near."

"Pfft--"

She fiercely raised the toothbrush, stabbing it towards her own throat.

"No!" Nathaniel Gallagher screamed in terror, lunging forward, gripping her wrist tightly.

Unfortunately.

He was still a second too late.

"Uh!"

The sharp tip of the toothbrush stabbed into her throat.

However.

Nathaniel Gallagher managed to grab her wrist in time, reducing most of the force.

The spike only pierced half an inch in, not entirely through.

Josephine Thompson trembled all over from the pain, blood slowly flowed down the spike onto his hand.

And then.

Her body went limp, collapsing onto the bed.

Nathaniel Gallagher’s brain exploded, hurriedly gathering her into his arms, "Josephine, how can you be so foolish?"

Josephine Thompson gasped in trembling, unable to speak.

Nathaniel Gallagher’s heart stopped painfully, no longer daring to hesitate.

In a panic, he picked her up horizontally, rushing out the door immediately.

"You foolish woman, why do you keep doing foolish things..."

He urgently carried her to the car.

"Vroom!"

Started the car.

He didn’t dare waste even a second to get her to the hospital.

On the way to the hospital.

His mind was a tangled mess, with indescribable heartache and regret.

Both women beside him were really gutsy, really ruthless.

Eleanor Churchill’s ruthlessness was towards outsiders. Whoever provoked her, she fought.

Josephine Thompson’s ruthlessness was towards herself. Whoever provoked her, she harmed herself, both tough and foolish.

Sadly...

He just couldn’t handle her.

...

Fifteen minutes later.

He swiftly reached Audenburg University Hospital.

A half-hour drive.

He made it in fifteen minutes.

"Doctor, hurry and save her, quickly--"

Nathaniel Gallagher, in a flurry, carried her in, storming into the emergency room.

The doctor and nurses rushed forward to help upon seeing, "President Gallagher, what’s happened?"

Nathaniel Gallagher was so panicked he was drenched in cold sweat, "She injured her throat, please save her."

"Oh, okay." The doctor examined briefly, quickly directing the nurses to push her into the operating room.

Nurses pushed Josephine Thompson, "What’s the situation? Why is Mrs. Gallagher hurt again?"

"She’s not Mrs. Gallagher anymore..."