CHAPTER 149: CHAPTER 149: SHE’S PREGNANT—WITH MY CHILD

Josephine Thompson’s heart skipped a beat. Struggling to sit up, the sharp pain in her lower abdomen made her pause.

Julian Grant’s voice, filled with urgency, crashed against the door, making her eardrums tremble.

"Josephine, Josephine..."

Eleanor Churchill sat in a chair, leisurely twirling her fingers, a smirk of amusement on her lips: "Looks like your old flame has come. How lively."

"Shut up!" Josephine Thompson gritted her teeth, her voice cold and furious.

The hospital room door.

Was being pounded, "Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Is Nathaniel Gallagher keeping Josephine locked up? I know he’s in there, let him out!" Julian Grant’s voice was getting closer, clearly confronting the bodyguards.

Josephine Thompson’s mind was in a flurry, more worried about Julian Grant’s injuries.

He was so badly injured, his leg was broken.

Why wasn’t he lying in bed recovering, how did he end up here again?

A stab of pain pierced Josephine Thompson’s heart as she struggled to get out of bed.

"Click!"

The door opened.

The hospital room door.

Julian Grant looked like a madman, wearing a hospital gown with a trench coat draped over it.

His left leg was still in a brace and cast.

"Julian--"

Upon hearing Josephine Thompson’s voice.

Julian Grant quickly turned his head and then hobbled quickly toward her, "Josephine, I’ve finally found you."

His nose tingled with emotion, and he couldn’t help but step forward to embrace her.

"Josephine, did my mother say something unpleasant to you? I couldn’t find you, I was going crazy..."

Josephine Thompson’s mind was in chaos, tears uncontrollably slipping down her face, "...Julian, why are you here?"

"You’re so injured, you can’t even take care of yourself properly!"

Julian Grant lifted his gaze, his eyes reddened and terrifying: "Josephine, is he threatening you? Tell me, and I’ll get you out of here right now!"

"I’m fine, you should look after yourself first!" Josephine Thompson raised her voice, but tears continued to fall.

"Julian, listen to me, you should leave, don’t worry about me!"

This is Audenburg, after all.

It’s Nathaniel Gallagher’s territory.

She was genuinely worried Nathaniel Gallagher would hurt him.

His car accident this time likely had Nathaniel Gallagher’s hand behind it.

Eleanor Churchill looked at the two, letting out a light chuckle: "You say you don’t want it, but you care quite a bit inside. Miss Thompson, aren’t you afraid of sinking two ships at once?"

"He and I are just friends!" Josephine Thompson sternly refuted, the pain in her abdomen becoming sharper, she clutched her belly, her face gradually growing pale.

"Julian, you need to hurry back to Caldwen and not worry about me. Also, the Ancient God I sent you, why did you send it back?"

"..." Julian Grant was stunned, staring at her in disbelief.

Josephine Thompson looked at him with the same pain and concern.

It was obvious.

Those breakup messages weren’t sent by her.

He should have realized it long ago.

He had been heartbroken and unable to eat for the past two days because of it.

Fortunately, he came today to verify it himself.

"I said I gave it to you, hoping it would bring you good luck and protect you for a speedy recovery."

Julian Grant took a deep breath, a relieved smile appearing, "Josephine, I was just worried about you. Now that I see you’re okay, I can feel at ease."

After speaking.

He couldn’t help but embrace her again, the anxiety and panic in his heart dissipating.

Josephine Thompson felt a pang & instinctively tried to push him away, "Let go of me quickly, you need to go back! It’s not safe here, hurry."

Julian Grant: "No, I’m not leaving. I want to stay with you."

"Are you crazy?" Josephine Thompson pushed him hard, the pain in her lower abdomen adding a quiver to her voice, "This is Nathaniel Gallagher’s place, he can do anything! You’re so injured, staying here is a death wish!"

Julian Grant held her tighter, his chin pressed against the top of her head, his voice terribly hoarse: "I don’t care, I can’t leave you here alone again. The things he’s done to you, just thinking about it..."

He couldn’t finish the sentence.

In the hallway, the sound of shoes scraping the floor resonated, heavy and hurried.

Right afterward.

Nathaniel Gallagher’s figure appeared at the doorway.

His hawk-like black eyes were icy as they locked onto the two embracing.

He had heard from the bodyguards as soon as he reached the stairs that Julian Grant had broken in. Witnessing the scene now, the fury in his chest was about to erupt.

"Julian, Grant." He uttered the name word by word, his knuckles turning white from the grip.

"You still dare to pester Josephine."

Julian Grant instantly released Josephine Thompson, turning to block her from him, his left leg shaking slightly from the effort but his spine still straight: "Nathaniel Gallagher, are you the one behind this?"

Nathaniel Gallagher sneered, approaching step by step, his presence as chilling as winter, "What did I do?"

"Those breakup messages, you sent them, didn’t you?"

"..." Nathaniel Gallagher didn’t deny it, a light squeeze shadowed his eyes.

Julian Grant sneered coldly, "Ha~ you’re truly despicable, using any underhanded means."

Nathaniel Gallagher: "Takes one to know one!"

The Gallagher Group’s entertainment venue--Gallagher Royale.

Is still under operation correction, causing him heavy losses.

This, of course, was also Julian Grant working mischief behind the scenes.

Create a car accident for him.

It’s just an eye for an eye.

Julian Grant sneered, "I am not like you. My relationship with Josephine is based on love. I pursue her openly and fairly, and would never resort to any underhanded tactics."

Nathaniel Gallagher listened and looked at him with disdain, "And then?"

Julian Grant wore a determined expression, "Nathaniel, Josephine and I will be together. You don’t need to worry, I will not give you any more chances."

Nathaniel Gallagher chuckled coldly and mockingly said, "Really?"

Julian Grant: "Of course."

Nathaniel Gallagher: "Well then, I should sincerely wish you both well!"

"But for now, it’s not possible."

Julian Grant: "Your words mean nothing."

Nathaniel Gallagher: "Of course, my words don’t matter, but Josephine is pregnant now. You should wait until she gives birth before pursuing her, right?"

Boom!

Julian Grant’s mind exploded, his face instantly darkened.

"...What did you say?"

Josephine Thompson felt her heart clog up, angrily glaring at Nathaniel Gallagher, "Shut up. Stop talking."

Nathaniel Gallagher acted as if he didn’t hear, his gaze falling on Julian Grant’s suddenly rigid face, leisurely adding, "Nearly four weeks, and it’s mine."

"Impossible!" Julian Grant whipped around to look at Josephine Thompson, eyes filled with disbelief and pain, "Josephine, is he telling the truth?"

Josephine Thompson looked away, trembling and unable to speak.

She could feel Julian Grant’s gaze, stabbing her back like needles.

"See, she’s admitted it." Nathaniel Gallagher’s voice contained a cruel smile, reaching out to wrap his arm around Josephine Thompson’s waist, but she fiercely pushed him away.

"Nathaniel Gallagher! Enough!" she shouted angrily, her eyes red, the pain in her abdomen making it nearly impossible to stand.

"Do you have to drive everyone crazy to be satisfied?"

Julian Grant’s face turned as pale as paper, he staggered backward a step. The plaster on his left leg hit the doorframe, making a dull sound.

He stared hard at Josephine Thompson’s abdomen, his voice hoarse as if scraped by sandpaper, "Why...why didn’t you tell me?"

"I...I only found out yesterday." Josephine Thompson opened her mouth, not knowing how to explain.

Should she say she was forced?

Say she was having the baby to save another child?

Those words, spoken now, would only slice the last bit of affection between them like a dull knife, leaving everything bleeding.

Nathaniel Gallagher eyed Julian Grant’s devastated expression, a fleeting pleasure in his eyes. But when his gaze touched Josephine Thompson’s pale face, that pleasure was instantly replaced by irritation.

He stepped forward and roughly held her in his arms, "Josephine is tired and needs rest. Julian Grant, you’re not welcome here, please leave."

"...Let her go!" Julian Grant snapped back to his senses, like a trapped beast cornered, rushing over desperately to take her away.

Nathaniel Gallagher was ready, sidestepping, and gestured to the bodyguards, "’Escort’ President Grant out, don’t hurt his leg. After all, he’ll need it to walk in the future."

The bodyguards immediately stepped up and held Julian Grant’s arms.

"Josephine! Tell me! This isn’t true!" Julian Grant struggled, his gaze fixed on Josephine Thompson, "Look at me!"

Josephine Thompson closed her eyes tightly, not daring to look at him.

She knew that as soon as she met those eyes, all her defenses would crumble.

She also knew.

Julian Grant really liked her.

But...

In this life, the two of them are like parallel lines.

Never able to meet.

Instead of dragging on ambiguously.

It’s better to cut through the mess quickly, so he can turn back early.

"Take him away." Nathaniel Gallagher’s voice was as cold as ice.

Julian Grant was forcibly taken away, his screams gradually fading, "Nathaniel Gallagher! You bastard! I won’t let you get away with this! Josephine—"

The hospital room door closed again, sealing off everything outside.

Josephine Thompson felt as if all her strength had been drained, tears silently falling.

"Are you satisfied?"

Her voice trembled, full of despair, "Using this method to drive him away, are you very proud?"

Nathaniel Gallagher tightened his arms around her, burying his face in her neck, his breath hot and urgent, "I just don’t want to see him entangle you anymore."

"And you?"

Josephine Thompson pushed him away, her eyes filled with exhaustion and loathing, "How long do you intend to keep entangling me?"

Nathaniel Gallagher looked at her reddened eyes, his heart clenched, wanting to say something, but was interrupted by a muffled groan from her abdomen.

"Ugh..." Josephine Thompson clutched her abdomen, her face suddenly turning paper-pale, cold sweat dripping down her forehead.

"Josephine!" Nathaniel Gallagher panicked, quickly supporting her, "What’s wrong? Are you uncomfortable again?"

He wanted to call a doctor, but she held his hand.

"Don’t call..." she gritted her teeth, her voice weak, "Let me be alone..."

Nathaniel Gallagher watched her pained expression, feeling his heart gripped tightly by an invisible hand.

He knew he had hurt her again.

But he couldn’t control himself. As soon as he thought of her leaving, thought of her standing with Julian Grant, he lost all rationality.

He carefully carried her back to bed, covering her with a blanket, his actions clumsy yet with a trace of undisguised panic, "I’ll go get the doctor..."

Josephine Thompson didn’t reply, just turned away from him, her shoulders slightly shaking.

As soon as he turned.

He realized Eleanor Churchill was standing right behind him.

Earlier, all his attention had been on Josephine Thompson and Julian Grant.

So, he hadn’t noticed Eleanor Churchill had been there the entire time.