CHAPTER 15: CHAPTER 15: SHE DOESN’T WANT THIS FATHER AND SON ANYMORE

"Don’t touch me. Until things with Vivian Shaw are completely resolved, let’s live separately," Josephine Thompson said, pushing him away forcefully.

"Alright then!" Nathaniel Gallagher’s face darkened, reluctantly agreeing.

Josephine Thompson said nothing more, got out of the car, switched to her own vehicle, and went to work.

Giving him one last chance.

If he still couldn’t change this time, she wouldn’t force him.

At the same time, she decided to reduce some work responsibilities and refocus her energy on the family.

...

The next day.

Vivian Shaw received a notification of the transfer.

Nathaniel Gallagher feared she might overthink it, especially emphasizing that it was an opportunity for her to train and improve abroad. Furthermore, her salary and benefits had doubled.

Josephine Thompson thought Vivian Shaw might cause a scene.

Unexpectedly, she readily agreed to go abroad to gain further experience.

"Vivian is leaving next week. Can you move back home now?" Nathaniel Gallagher called Josephine Thompson, his tone heavy and helpless.

Josephine Thompson was surprised: "Did she agree so readily?"

Nathaniel Gallagher: "I told you, Vivian is straightforward, not like what you think."

"Hurry back, mom has asked about you several times. Let’s have dinner together tonight after you get off work."

"...Okay, fine!"

Afternoon.

Josephine Thompson left work early, planning to have dinner with Nathaniel Gallagher at his mother’s place.

Upon returning home.

Nathaniel Gallagher had also left work early.

Unexpectedly, Vivian Shaw was home as well.

Seeing Josephine Thompson return.

Vivian Shaw greeted her with a sweet smile, "Sister-in-law, you’re back? We’re all waiting for you."

Josephine Thompson froze, "Why are you here?"

Nathaniel Gallagher answered, "Vivian is leaving for abroad next week. We’re having dinner tonight as a farewell."

Josephine Thompson felt a sting in her heart, but said nothing more, "I’m going upstairs to change my clothes."

"Go on, then!"

Josephine Thompson left her car keys and headed straight to the second floor.

Back in her room.

She washed her hands, changed clothes, and touched up her makeup briefly.

Just as she was about to go downstairs.

Vivian Shaw was waiting at the top of the stairs.

"Why did you come up here?"

Vivian Shaw, with her smiling almond-shaped eyes, looked at her innocently, "Sister-in-law, I’m here to say goodbye."

Josephine Thompson replied flatly, "No need to say goodbye to me."

After speaking, she was about to descend the stairs.

Vivian Shaw blocked her way, standing a step below her on the staircase, whispering provocatively, "Ha, are you scared?"

Josephine Thompson frowned, "Scared of what?"

Vivian Shaw’s pure and innocent face showed a hint of mockery, "You’re afraid I’ll take Nathaniel away, that I’ll replace you, that I’ll become the mistress of this house."

Josephine Thompson listened and instantly grasped her intentions, coldly saying, "Vivian Shaw, being a mistress is not an honorable thing. Openly snatching someone else’s husband will only invite disdain."

Vivian Shaw laughed lightly, "So, you are scared, aren’t you?"

"You’re forcing Nathaniel to send me abroad, thinking you’ll win over me?"

Josephine Thompson felt chills run down her spine.

Not out of fear of her.

But from disgust at how shamelessly bold a person can be, blatantly provoking the legitimate wife, thinking she’s proud?

Is there no shame at all?

"What makes you so confident you’ll win?"

Vivian Shaw sneered provocatively, "Because, I can hold Nathaniel’s heart, I know his weaknesses. I can make him feel pity, can you?"

Josephine Thompson listened, looking at her with cold disdain, "If you could hold his heart, why didn’t he marry you in the first place?"

"Is it because of your background or some other reason?"

One sentence hitting the nail on the head.

Vivian Shaw’s nose tingled, her eyes turned red.

Indeed.

Her only disadvantage is not having a good background.

But this is also her strength, as she cleverly uses men’s strong protective instincts.

"Vivian Shaw, I can’t be bothered to fight with you," Josephine Thompson said, bypassing her to go downstairs directly.

The next second.

Vivian Shaw suddenly screamed, "Ah, ah... Sister-in-law... what are you doing?"

Suddenly, she threw herself backward.

"Thud..."

Vivian Shaw rolled down the stairs.

"Bang!"

She fell heavily from the second floor to the ground floor.

Nathaniel Gallagher heard the commotion from outside the courtyard and rushed inside to see.

Seeing the scene before him, he was terrified, immediately rushing forward to pick her up, "Vivian, Vivian."

Vivian Shaw was bleeding profusely, a large wound on her arm, blood everywhere, "Nathaniel..."

Josephine Thompson saw this and hurried downstairs to check.

Seeing her approaching.

Vivian Shaw immediately trembled in Nathaniel Gallagher’s arms, as if scared out of her wits, crying weakly and fearfully, "Don’t come over, don’t come over, sister-in-law, I won’t fight for Nathaniel, don’t hurt me..."

Nathaniel Gallagher heard this and immediately assumed Josephine Thompson pushed Vivian Shaw down the stairs.

"Josephine, you’ve gone too far."

"Slap--" a crisp sound.

Nathaniel Gallagher, enraged, stood up and slapped her fiercely.

Josephine Thompson stumbled back a few steps, falling heavily to the ground.

"If anything happens to Vivian, I won’t let you off."

Having said this, Nathaniel Gallagher angrily picked up Vivian Shaw and rushed to the hospital.

Auntie Linton saw the situation and hurried forward to help her up, "Miss, are you alright?"

Josephine Thompson was slapped into a daze, her mind in chaos.

From childhood to now, she had never experienced anything like this.

So, there really are people in this world who would falsely accuse others in such clumsy and disgusting ways.

And even more shocking, Nathaniel Gallagher actually believed it.

"I’m fine!" Josephine Thompson stood up shakily.

"Bang!" A marble struck her forehead, almost hitting her eye.

"You bad woman, you dared to bully Auntie Vivian, I’ll kill you."

"Bang bang bang!"

Henry Gallagher held a toy gun, shooting at Josephine Thompson like she was an enemy.

Though it was a toy gun.

The rubber bullets still hurt when they hit.

Auntie Linton hurriedly stood in front of Josephine Thompson, urgently stopping Henry Gallagher, "Little master, stop, this toy gun hurts people."

"I’ll kill you, you bullied my Auntie Vivian, I want revenge for her."

Seeing her son’s angry looks, Josephine Thompson’s heart ached.

This father-son duo, both so obsessed with Vivian Shaw.

She really felt she no longer belonged in this house.

"Auntie Linton, have you packed the luggage I asked you to pack a few days ago?"

"...Miss, yes... yes, it’s packed."

"Alright, we’ll move out today."

Josephine Thompson said, pulling out her phone to call a few assistants to help move.

After the call.

Josephine Thompson walked coldly to Henry Gallagher, snatching the toy gun from his hands.

Henry Gallagher reacted, madly rushing forward to snatch it back, "Give me back my gun, Auntie Vivian bought it for me, give it back."

"You awful mommy, I hate you."

"Snap!"

Josephine Thompson lifted her knee, forcefully breaking the toy gun into two pieces, throwing them to the floor!

"Boo hoo hoo..." Seeing this, Henry Gallagher burst into tears.

"Since you love Auntie Vivian so much, why don’t you become her son?"

She was done with this father-son pair.