CHAPTER 156: CHAPTER 156: I TOLD YOU I DIDN’T LIE TO YOU

"What’s wrong? I just really hate being wrongfully accused for no reason."

Josephine Thompson’s face instantly flushed red, not from embarrassment, but from anger.

The veins on her arm holding Henny stood out, and her gaze was like a dagger dipped in poison, stabbing fiercely at Nathaniel Gallagher: "Nathaniel, you’re utterly shameless!"

In such a moment, he still had the audacity to spout such nonsense!

"Get out of my way."

"Okay, okay, I’ll go with you. Here, let me hold Henny, don’t upset the baby."

"No need."

She couldn’t be bothered to argue with him any further, sidestepping sharply around him, her steps so quick they were almost a run.

Nathaniel Gallagher saw this, afraid she might accidentally fall, "Slow down, slow down, I agree to let you go, don’t run so fast."

"Mommy, Daddy is a bad guy!" Henry Gallagher whispered against Josephine’s shoulder, quietly complaining about his dad.

Josephine was in no mood to respond, directly climbing into the car that had been waiting at the door.

The car door shut with a "bang," cutting off Nathaniel’s view.

"Head to the children’s hospital immediately."

"Understood, President Thompson."

The driver immediately started the car, the black sedan dashing away from the hospital entrance like an arrow.

In the rearview mirror.

Nathaniel Gallagher’s figure grew smaller and smaller.

He was still standing by the revolving door, his camel coat billowing in the wind, his expression unclear yet exuding a chilling aura.

"Mommy, did you and Daddy get a divorce?"

Josephine took a deep breath, burying her face in Henny’s head, the faint milky scent from the child flowing into her nostrils, slightly calming her fury.

"Mommy, don’t be angry."

Henry stretched out his small hand, clumsily patting her back, "Once the check-up’s done, we won’t bother with him anymore."

Josephine closed her eyes, speaking hoarsely: "...Mm, won’t bother with him."

The car sped along.

Heading straight for the children’s hospital.

As she watched the scenery outside the window flash by, only one thought occupied her mind—

Investigate, get to the bottom of things.

If Henny is truly healthy, not only will she terminate the pregnancy, but she’ll also settle all scores with Nathaniel Gallagher. She didn’t want anything to do with that man even for a single day more.

The two hospitals weren’t far apart.

Driving took only about ten minutes.

...

Ten minutes later.

Josephine Thompson arrived at the children’s hospital with Henry Gallagher.

"Ruby, go register."

"Okay."

Soon.

Ruby helped Henry Gallagher register for a specialist appointment.

Unfortunately.

There were many children seeing the doctor today.

They hadn’t booked an appointment in advance, so they had to wait their turn.

The examination process at the children’s hospital was complicated and lengthy.

After waiting for more than an hour.

Josephine Thompson carried Henny into the doctor’s office.

"Doctor, I suspect my son has leukemia, please perform a blood disease test on my son."

"Certainly."

The doctor examined Henry Gallagher while asking some questions.

Then issued various test orders.

After a whole day’s fuss.

The various tests were finally completed, Henny was visibly tired, leaning drowsily against her.

Josephine sat with him on the bench in the corridor, her eyes fixed on the digital screen by the doctor’s office, every minute and second felt like torture.

Two hours later.

The doctor emerged holding a stack of reports, a serious expression on his face.

"Are you Henry Gallagher’s parent?"

Josephine’s heart jumped to her throat, standing up while holding Henny: "I’m his mother."

The doctor sighed, handing her the reports: "The child’s test results are out, and it’s confirmed as acute lymphoblastic leukemia, consistent with the previous diagnosis."

"Although he seems fine now, the bone marrow results show the condition is worse than expected, chemotherapy must start as soon as possible."

Rumble!

Josephine listened, her fingers trembling as she turned over the report.

Every word on it pierced her eyes like an ice pick.

The abnormal rise in white blood cells, the primitive cell proportion far exceeding normal range, every indicator pointing to that brutal conclusion.

"Doctor, could this result be wrong?"

She abruptly looked up at the doctor, her voice trembling with disbelief: "Are you sure? He was running and jumping on the lawn today, he doesn’t look sick at all..."

"The clinical presentation of leukemia varies from person to person."

The doctor patiently explained, with a tone of sympathy, "Some children do seem spirited during remission, but that doesn’t mean the condition is improving. Parents, you must be mentally prepared, the child’s upcoming treatment will be very strenuous."

Josephine listened, feeling a bout of dizziness, almost unable to hold the report in her hand.

How could this happen?

Nathaniel Gallagher didn’t lie to her?

Did she really misunderstand him?

The Henny in her arms seemed affected by her emotions, rubbed his eyes, and whispered, "Mommy, am I really sick? Will I die?"

"No, Henny won’t die." Josephine Thompson snapped back to reality, hugging the child tightly, her voice choked, "Mommy will cure you, definitely."

The doctor patted her shoulder, "Don’t worry too much. The current treatment plan is very mature. As long as you actively cooperate, the cure rate is very high. Contact the attending doctor as soon as possible to arrange hospitalization."

"Okay, thank you, doctor." Josephine Thompson nodded numbly, holding Henny as she walked out of the consultation room, her steps as unsteady as stepping on cotton.

The doctors at the Children’s Hospital said almost exactly the same thing as those at Audenburg University Hospital.

She looked down at the child in her arms, her heart aching.

Henny had already fallen asleep exhausted, his little brows slightly furrowed.

So, what Nathaniel Gallagher said was true.

She had really almost delayed her child’s treatment because of her own suspicions.

A massive feeling of guilt and helplessness overwhelmed her, her eyes instantly turned red.

However.

What she didn’t know was that after she left,

the doctor quietly walked to the end of the corridor, dialed a number, and said respectfully, "President Gallagher, everything is done as you instructed."

On the other end of the line.

Nathaniel Gallagher’s eyes flashed with a sly glint, "Hmm, the money will be transferred to your account. Remember, keep your mouth shut."

"Rest assured, President Gallagher, there will be no mistakes."

He hung up the phone.

Nathaniel Gallagher lit a cigarette, leisurely exhaled a smoke ring, and the corner of his mouth curled into a cold arc.

"Heh~, Josephine, don’t you understand that money makes the world go round?"

...

Later.

Josephine Thompson, holding Henny, walked out of the hospital gates in a daze.

At the hospital entrance.

Nathaniel Gallagher had been waiting by the car for a while, and when he saw her come out,

he quickly stepped forward to take Henny, "Did the test results come out? How was it?"

"Are there any unexpected results? Give me the documents, I want to have a look."

Josephine Thompson: "You don’t need to see them."

Nathaniel Gallagher intentionally put on a disappointed face, "The results are the same, right?"

"..." Josephine Thompson’s heart ached; she didn’t want to talk to him.

Nathaniel Gallagher held the sleeping Henny, his gaze falling on Josephine Thompson’s pale face, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, "Why are you silent? The test results are out, shouldn’t you explain to me?"

Josephine Thompson: "I’m really upset right now, I don’t want to talk."

Nathaniel Gallagher freed an arm, tentatively trying to hug her, "This morning you were adamantly accusing me of lying, saying that if Henny wasn’t diagnosed with leukemia, you would abort the child. What now? You don’t blame me anymore?"

Josephine Thompson clenched her fingers tightly, her nails deeply embedded in her palm, causing her fingertips to go numb with pain, yet she couldn’t utter a word.

But Nathaniel Gallagher’s relentless attitude sparked a fire within her.

"I told you many times that Henny is really sick, yet you insisted on being suspicious and came to this kind of conclusion."

Nathaniel Gallagher glanced at the child in his arms, his voice rising slightly as if deliberately saying it for her to hear, "Look at how exhausted the child is because of you. What if you delayed the treatment? Can you bear that responsibility?"

"I..." Josephine Thompson opened her mouth, her throat seemed blocked, and could only make a dry sound.

"What do you mean ’I’?" Nathaniel Gallagher interrupted her, his tone colder, "Now you know you’re wrong? What were you doing earlier? No matter how lowly Nathaniel Gallagher might be, I certainly wouldn’t risk my own son’s life to make up lies!"

He reached out, forcefully pinching her chin, forcing her to look at him, his eyes filled with nearly overflowing sarcasm, "What, weren’t you quite capable just now? You wanted to take the child away, you wanted to settle accounts with me. Now that the results have slapped you in the face, you’ve got nothing to say?"

"..." Josephine Thompson remained silent.

Who made him always lie to her?

"Tell me, how will you make it up to me?" Nathaniel Gallagher gave a wicked smile, forcibly hugging her shoulder.

Josephine Thompson’s heart tightened; she angrily pushed him away, "Are you out of your mind?"

Nathaniel Gallagher’s face turned dark, angrily saying, "Josephine Thompson, aren’t you going too far?"

"I helped you such a great deal, yet you didn’t even say thank you. Now you’re unjustly accusing me. Can’t I get hurt?"

"I thanked you."

"Oh, just a ’thank you’ to brush me off. I really worked hard yet got nothing in return, just ended up being disliked."

"What do you want now?"

Nathaniel Gallagher snorted coldly, "I want you to spend the night with me, are you willing? You’re certainly not."

"..." Josephine Thompson listened, feeling so angry she wanted to spit blood.

When did he become so shameless?

It’s totally different from before, impossible to even look at directly.

"Of course, I won’t ask for something so unreasonable. I only have a small request, can you fulfill it?"

Josephine Thompson looked at him coldly, "You say what the request is first?"

Nathaniel Gallagher leaned close, his eyes deeply looking at her abdomen, "I just want to feel the child, listen to the child’s movements. Is that request excessive?"

"Nathaniel Gallagher, don’t forget, we signed an agreement."

"I know, I won’t violate the agreement. Right now, I just want to feel the child’s existence, that’s all. After the child is born, I assure you I won’t disturb you and the child."

"..." Josephine Thompson listened, choosing not to refuse.

Seeing her agree,

Nathaniel Gallagher bent down, pressed his ear enthusiastically and expectantly against her belly.

"Baby, be good in there, don’t upset mommy, okay? Mommy has worked hard carrying you."