CHAPTER 136: CHAPTER 136: I’LL COME TO SEE YOU IN A FEW DAYS

Josephine’s cheeks suddenly flushed red, and she looked at Julian Grant with a mix of exasperation and helplessness: "Don’t talk nonsense."

Julian Grant laughed even more joyfully, the light in his eyes astonishingly bright: "I’m not talking nonsense. Once I’m better, I’ll prepare the betrothal gifts. This Ancient God as a dowry is just perfect."

"You... you’re talking nonsense. Just focus on recovering!" Josephine felt both angry and embarrassed, feeling uncomfortable all over.

Mrs. Grant had already given her a sharp warning.

And now he was saying this.

His mom would surely think she was racking her brain to seduce her son.

"You don’t have to be shy. Since my family is all here today, I want to formally introduce you to them."

"Mom, Grandpa, Grandma, this is my girlfriend, Josephine Thompson. Once I’m better, I want to marry her."

After saying this.

He eagerly introduced his family, "Josephine, this is Grandpa, this is Grandma, and this is my mom!"

"..." Josephine’s mind went blank, her face flushed red again.

Mrs. Thornton’s face changed on the spot, letting out a heavy snort, "Evelyn, we’re leaving."

After saying this, she angrily pulled her daughter’s hand and walked out of the hospital room.

Evelyn Thorne was indifferent, "Mommy, what are you doing?"

Mrs. Grant saw this and quickly took a few steps after them, "Thornton, Julian didn’t mean that. His mind isn’t clear right now, please don’t take it to heart."

Unfortunately.

The Thornton mother and daughter couldn’t hear her and left in a huff.

"Sigh~ Julian, are you out of your mind due to the fever? How could you say such things in front of Aunt Thornton and Evelyn?"

Julian Grant shrugged indifferently, "Mom, Josephine is my girlfriend. If I want to get married, it will only be with her."

"Julian Grant, stop talking nonsense."

Josephine quickly wanted to deny it, explaining hurriedly, "Uh, well, Grandpa Grant, Grandma Grant, Julian and I are just..."

Mrs. Grant snorted coldly, interrupting her, "Don’t use such intimate terms. The Grant Family isn’t that easy to join."

"..." Josephine was stunned, her words stuck in her throat.

Compared to Mrs. Gallagher.

Mrs. Grant seemed more difficult to deal with.

She didn’t want to marry into such a family, and she definitely didn’t want to face such a domineering and meddlesome mother-in-law.

Lady Grant smiled and advised her daughter, "Mandy, since Julian likes this girl, why should we oppose it?"

"I trust Julian’s judgment, and I think this girl is quite nice. Julian isn’t getting any younger, it’s time to settle down and start a career."

After saying this.

She elbowed Grant, "Old man, don’t you agree?"

Grant cleared his throat, his gaze lingering on Josephine Thompson for a moment before nodding slowly: "Yes, I think this girl is dignified and steady, just right for Julian."

"The young people’s affairs should be handled by themselves. We as elders shouldn’t interfere."

As a man himself, he could empathize with his grandson’s feelings.

Of course.

The most important thing now is for his grandson to recover as soon as possible. Then, come back to take over the family business.

He’s so uncertain, it would be good for him to get married early, ideally, to expand the Grant Family lineage.

Josephine being able to have a grandson for the Gallagher Family proves her fertility is not an issue.

Besides...

As for men, how could they possibly love only one woman throughout their lives?

The wife is the wife, the lover is the lover, the mistress is the mistress...

They surely can’t be the same woman.

So, he was open-minded and agreed with his grandson marrying a divorced woman. In a few years, if he grew tired, he could find the next one.

Mrs. Grant was about to retort when Lady Grant stopped her with a look: "Say less! Julian just came back from the brink of death. Are you really going to make him unhappy?"

Mrs. Grant bit her lip, glaring angrily at Josephine. Ultimately, she remained silent and turned her face away, her chest still heaving slightly.

The atmosphere in the hospital room relaxed a bit.

Julian Grant, seeing this, quietly squeezed Josephine’s palm, as if encouraging her.

Josephine’s fingertips trembled, intending to withdraw her hand, but he held it even tighter.

"Did you hear that? Grandpa and Grandma agreed."

He bent close to her ear, speaking in a low voice, "Don’t think about running away. This lifetime, you must become my wife."

The warm breath brushed past her ear.

Josephine’s ear turned bright red instantly, and she glared at him, turning her head: "... Stop it. Focus on healing first."

"As you command." Julian Grant smiled like a child who’s been given candy, his gaze glued to her face, unwilling to look away.

Lady Grant watched the two, smiling with eyes squinted into a line, "Look at them, how well-matched they are. I think we should hurry and set the wedding date, so I can hold a great-grandchild while I’m still moving."

Grant chuckled at her, "What are you rushing for? We should let the kids get to know each other first."

Josephine listened to the elderly couple, her cheeks flushing hot, her heart more unsettled than ever.

She couldn’t possibly marry Julian Grant.

However, seeing him injured so severely, she couldn’t bring herself to reject him.

Once he’s recovered.

She would make things clear to him.

"Um... the doctor said you need to rest quietly. Now that I’ve seen you’re awake, I can be at ease. Take care to recover, and I’ll come to see you another day."

Hearing this, Julian Grant immediately held her hand tightly again, "Josephine, you can’t leave. I’m injured like this now; won’t you stay with me?"

"If I can’t see you, I’ll feel anxious."

Josephine swallowed heavily, gently comforting him, "Just focus on recovering. I’ll come back to see you in a few days."

"Please, don’t go?"

Josephine’s expression faltered, "Julian Grant, I’m really sorry..."

"Don’t go, Josephine." Julian Grant’s eyes were full of pleading and worry.

He feared that if she returned to Audenburg, she might fall into Nathaniel Gallagher’s hands again.

And in his current injured state, he couldn’t protect her.

Seeing the worry in his eyes, Josephine felt her heart gently squeezed.

She knew what he was worried about.

But staying here would only deepen Mrs. Grant’s hostility and make things even more difficult for her.

"I... I’ll come back another day to see you."

Hearing this, Julian Grant coughed softly, his brows furrowing as if he’d strained his injury.

"Hiss, it hurts, cough cough~"

Josephine instinctively supported him: "What’s wrong? Does the wound hurt?"

"Yes, my whole body hurts." His voice was weak, suddenly seeming like Lydia Lynch had possessed him.

"Josephine, if you stay here with me, maybe I won’t hurt as much."

"..." Josephine felt a blockage in her chest, her brows knitting more tightly.

She instinctively glanced at Mrs. Grant.

Mrs. Grant rolled her eyes at her angrily.

Clearly, Mrs. Grant didn’t wish for her to stay.

Moreover, there were many matters waiting to be handled in Audenburg.

Especially since the museum had an insider theft issue.

She couldn’t delay.

She must decisively cut through the mess, while the thieves were unprepared, and capture them all.

"Julian Grant, I really can’t stay. I have a lot of work to do. Focus on your recovery, and I’ll come back in a few days to see you."