CHAPTER 158: CHAPTER 158: HE’S LYING

"Moreover, we are about to have our wedding, how can you leave?"

Eleanor said nothing more, just watched him with a half-smile.

Looking at his guilty yet pretending-to-be-calm expression.

She further confirmed her suspicion.

He’s lying.

He’s definitely hiding something from her.

For a while.

Eleanor smiled with relief, "... Nathaniel, do you really plan to marry me?"

"If you regret now, there’s still time."

"But if we do get married, I hope to never endure betrayal again."

Nathaniel’s heart ached deeply, tightly holding her hand, "Eleanor, don’t worry, after we get married, I will treat you well and never let you down."

Eleanor listened, an acidic burn in her eyes, weak and weary as she leaned on his shoulder.

She truly felt tired.

She also knew he had changed his heart.

Yet.

She had sacrificed too much for him, she couldn’t let go of this relationship.

...

The next day.

Eleanor took her bodyguards to Audenburg University Hospital.

During lunch break.

She didn’t seek out any caregivers or notify anyone, directly barging into the attending physician’s office.

Inside the office.

The doctor was staring blankly at the computer screen. Seeing her come in, he was so startled that his hand shook, nearly dropping the mouse to the floor: "Ms. Churchill? What brings you here?"

Eleanor drove the wheelchair forward, tossed her bag onto the table, emitting a dull thud.

Her expression was calm yet carrying an aura of authority, her gaze scrutinizing like she was interrogating a criminal: "I’m here to ask about Henny’s condition."

"The young master’s condition... still the same; requires ongoing treatment." The doctor swallowed hard, avoiding her gaze, his fingers tapping randomly on the keyboard.

"What do you mean by the same?"

Eleanor drove forward a step, her voice cold as ice, "Is it that yesterday he could run after the caregiver down three hallways, or this morning he could consume two crab yolk buns?"

The doctor’s face instantly turned pale, stammering, "Leukemia... also has remissions..."

"Remissions?" Eleanor laughed, her laughter laced with chill, "I heard you just bought a villa outright last month in Oakhaven. With your salary, I guess you wouldn’t save enough in ten years without eating or drinking, right?"

The doctor’s pupils contracted sharply, cold sweat perspiring from his forehead.

"I... I can’t afford a villa..."

"I also heard your daughter plans to attend the Brellandic Royal Academy of Music next year, and she’s still short on tuition fees."

Eleanor leisurely pulled a check out of her bag, placed it on the table, the pen tip paused on it, "Write a number that will cover your daughter’s doctorate tuition."

"I just want to know my son’s condition, is it really leukemia? Does Josephine Thompson really need to give birth to provide umbilical cord blood?"

The doctor’s gaze clung to the check.

His Adam’s apple moved, cold sweat pouring from him.

Eleanor withdrew the check, her tone suddenly sharp: "Of course, you could choose another path."

"Only, your entire family won’t be able to stay in Audenburg afterward."

She leaned forward, her fingertip poking at the words "Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia" in the medical record, forceful enough to almost pierce the paper: "What Nathaniel Gallagher can offer you, I can double. But when he can’t protect you, I won’t give you a chance to stand up."

The doctor’s shoulders began to shake violently.

Once.

The name of Fourteenth Sister sparked terror.

She was much harsher than Nathaniel Gallagher.

In other words.

Things Nathaniel Gallagher couldn’t conveniently do were all handled by her.

"President Churchill, I... I truly don’t know."

The attending physician looked at the eerie fierceness in Eleanor’s eyes, and finally couldn’t withstand it.

He covered his face with both hands, letting out a suppressed whine.

Eleanor straightened up, her tone returned to calm but carried a heavier sense of oppression, "Don’t panic, I only want to know the truth. Of course, I won’t make things difficult for you."

"Even if you tell me the truth, I’ll keep your secret."

The doctor’s face was full of tears and fear, his lips trembling for a long time.

Finally, under Eleanor’s icy gaze, he slowly nodded, his voice barely a whisper: "It... it was a misdiagnosis..."

"President Gallagher... President Gallagher..." he stammered, not daring to speak plainly.

Boom.

Eleanor’s mind exploded, her heart felt plunged into an icy abyss.

He indeed deceived her.

And the purpose behind it.

Clearly, he wants Josephine Thompson to give birth to his child.

"Miss Churchill, I had no choice, I..."

"Enough, you don’t need to say anymore."

Eleanor swallowed a heavy breath and turned to drive the wheelchair away.

As clever as she was.

She immediately figured out the cause and effect.

Naturally, Josephine Thompson was also very clever.

However, their cleverness was not the same.

Josephine Thompson’s cleverness was positive and bright. Like learning things or professional knowledge, she learns very fast.

While Eleanor had dropped out and roamed the underworld since childhood, facing all kinds of darkness and setbacks. Her first reaction was self-preservation; without cleverness, she would soon become prey for others.

Therefore, her experience and mentality were naturally much stronger than Josephine Thompson’s.

...

After leaving the hospital.

Eleanor drove aimlessly alone, with a volcano building in her heart, causing immense pain.

"Nathaniel, you truly put your heart and soul into it! To hold onto the child you have with her, you resorted to such lies to deceive me."

"Josephine Thompson... is she also kept in the dark? Or did she and Nathaniel conspire to deceive me?"

She kept pondering, imagining over and over.

What a pity.

The more she thought about it, the more chaotic her mind became.

"Forget it, whether she knows or not, I won’t let her have Nathaniel’s child."

"Even if his heart changes, so what? He’s still my man, and no one should think of taking him away."

"Josephine Thompson, I won’t allow you to steal Nathaniel."

She drove around the Ring Road for an hour.

Finally.

She went straight to The Antiquarian Market.

...

The Antiquarian Market.

Josephine Thompson was directing company employees and higher-ups for a complete inventory and annual account check.

"President Thompson, there’s a Ms. Churchill outside wanting to see you."

Josephine Thompson raised her eyes, somewhat surprised: "Ms. Churchill? What’s she here for?"

"I don’t know, would President Thompson like to see her?"

Josephine Thompson thought for a few seconds.

Even though she knew the visitor wasn’t friendly, she still wanted to meet her.

She wanted to see what sort of tricks Eleanor would play this time?

"Let her in."

"Okay."

A moment later.

The receptionist led Eleanor Churchill into Josephine Thompson’s office.

"Eleanor Churchill, what brings you here?"

Eleanor slowly got up from the wheelchair, looking at Josephine Thompson with interest, "Just came to see you, and by the way... to chat about Henny."

Josephine Thompson frowned: "There’s nothing to talk about between us."

"Really?" Eleanor smiled, with a hint of indescribable sarcasm in the smile.

She then glanced around Josephine Thompson’s office, sincerely praised, "Wow, Miss Thompson truly is an outstanding and remarkable female entrepreneur."

"So capable, you must have saved up quite a family fortune?"

Josephine Thompson frowned, "What exactly are you trying to say?"

Eleanor snickered, "Heh~, don’t misunderstand, I mean no harm; I am genuinely complimenting you."

"Being capable is great. The more capable you are, the more my son will enjoy life."

Boom.

Josephine Thompson’s heart suddenly sank, and her throat tightened: "Eleanor Churchill, what do you mean by that?"

"Nothing," Eleanor leaned back, her gaze falling on Josephine’s abdomen.

Josephine Thompson felt a chill on her scalp, thinking there was more to her words.

"Let’s be honest; if you have something to say, say it clearly."

"I don’t like beating around the bush, nor do I like half-truths."

Upon hearing this, Eleanor eyed her with a semi-smile, "Nothing, just came to give you an invitation."

After saying that.

She took a big red invitation out of her bag and placed it on Josephine’s desk.

"When Nathaniel and I host our wedding, we welcome you to attend."

Josephine felt a block in her chest, cast a cold glance at the wedding invitation, "Thank you for your invitation, I probably won’t be able to attend."

"Heh~, anyway, the invitation has been delivered, whether you come or not is up to you."

"I’m leaving now." Eleanor said, then turned her wheelchair to head towards the door.

Just as she reached the door.

She suddenly stopped, turned to eye Josephine Thompson closely, "Oh, by the way, Nathaniel plans to send Henny abroad for treatment."

"What?" Josephine was momentarily dazed.

Eleanor: "Maybe he’ll only bring Henny back when you give birth."

"I don’t know if you voluntarily decided to have Nathaniel’s child, or... for some other reason. Anyway, your child, I will treat as my own. After all, your child is also Nathaniel’s child."

Josephine’s heart exploded, she immediately took a few steps forward, "What exactly do you mean by that?"

"Could it be that after I give birth, Nathaniel Gallagher wants to back out?"

Thinking about it...

The probability is high!

Nathaniel Gallagher is very trustworthy with others.

But with her, he changes his face whenever he wants, completely disregarding the spirit of the contract.

And she can’t beat him at his game.

"Anyway, I thank you on behalf of Henny, having you as a good mother."

"The fortune you built will also be my son’s in the future. Of course, I must wish you a thriving business, with profits rolling in."

After speaking, Eleanor directly maneuvered her wheelchair to leave.

"..." Josephine Thompson turned pale, an inexplicable chill spread over her body.

It was clear that Eleanor had a hidden meaning in her words.

She was clearly making a veiled reference!

"What does she mean? Or did Nathaniel Gallagher tell her something?"

She instinctively squatted back in her chair, feeling increasingly restless inside.

Nathaniel Gallagher just lies.

He uses all means necessary.

He fooled her into giving birth to Henny.

And naturally, he can also trick her into giving birth to the child in her belly.

"Nathaniel Gallagher... is he lying to me again? Is he digging a pit for me again?"

"Is Henny really sick? Even if it’s really leukemia, it’s not an incurable disease now! Is it necessary to use cord blood? Even if they have the same father, but different mothers, it’s not guaranteed to be a 100% match!"

The more Josephine thought about it, the more chaotic her heart became.

Nathaniel Gallagher’s ways, he indeed shows no virtue, resorting to any means to achieve his goals.

"No, I must get to the bottom of it."

"This child, I definitely cannot give birth to..."