CHAPTER 16: CHAPTER 16: YOU THINK I PUSHED HER TOO

"Remember, I am no longer your mom."

Josephine Thompson spoke with a heart of ashes, then turned and left straight away.

She went upstairs again to pack her documents and valuables.

Afterwards, she instructed Auntie Linton and her personal assistant to move her belongings.

Everything she brought from the marriage, she took with her.

Anything that belonged to The Gallagher Family, she didn’t want either.

"Miss, where should we move these things to?"

"Move them to Waterside Pavilion first."

"Alright."

"You handle the moving, I’m going to the hospital."

Auntie Linton listened and worriedly stopped her, "Miss, President Gallagher is furious right now; she thinks you pushed Miss Shaw down the stairs. If you go now, what if President Gallagher takes it out on you..."

Josephine Thompson’s heart ached as she said, "It’s fine, I just want to see to what extent he’s willing to go for Vivian Shaw."

She grabbed her car keys and hurried to the hospital.

...

Audenburg University Hospital.

Nathaniel Gallagher had already rushed Vivian Shaw to the hospital at the fastest speed possible.

The doctors hurriedly wheeled Vivian Shaw into the emergency room for treatment.

"President Gallagher, Miss Shaw is losing a lot of blood and needs an immediate transfusion."

"But just now, a pregnant woman in the OB-GYN ward had a major hemorrhage, and all the type A blood in the blood bank has been used. If we transfer blood from another hospital, it won’t be in time..."

Before the nurse finished speaking.

Nathaniel Gallagher immediately took off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves, "I’m O-type blood, use mine!"

The nurse was taken aback, "President Gallagher, is that alright? We could also organize a blood donation from the staff..."

"Don’t waste time, I’ve given blood to Vivian before, just use mine directly."

"Alright then, President Gallagher, this way please."

Nathaniel hurriedly followed the nurse to draw blood.

Bang!

Josephine Thompson arrived at the hospital just in time to see this scene.

Yesterday, he had vowed to her that he was type A blood.

And now it changed?

"So... Vivian Shaw is type A blood."

"What on earth is going on?"

Josephine Thompson furrowed her brows, feeling deeply deceived and fooled.

Nathaniel Gallagher had been lying all along.

But why was he lying? Why did he keep deceiving her?

Josephine’s mind was chaotic.

A figure rushed towards her.

"Thud!"

Before she could react, Mrs. Dixon was already kneeling straight in front of her, crying her eyes out, "Young Madam, I only have Vivian. If you are dissatisfied, take it out on me."

"I beg you, don’t target Vivian any longer. I’ll kowtow to you. Spare my daughter, don’t target her anymore."

"Thud, thud, thud!"

Mrs. Dixon, like a tragic slave bullied by ancient malevolent forces, continuously kowtowed to Josephine.

As if Josephine had used some vicious methods in secret to oppress them.

"Mrs. Dixon!"

Nathaniel Gallagher returned from giving blood, just in time to see this scene.

He immediately stepped forward to help Mrs. Dixon up.

"Get up, don’t do this, I’ll make the decisions for you."

"Young Master, our family can hardly survive. If anything happens to Vivian, I won’t want to live either."

"The Young Madam has always targeted Vivian. I didn’t expect her to be so ruthless as to push Vivian down the stairs."

"Mrs. Dixon, stop talking; Vivian will surely be fine."

"My poor daughter, Mommy can’t protect you..."

Mrs. Dixon cried bitterly, clinging to the floor without getting up.

Watching the chaotic scene before her.

Josephine Thompson felt like her breathing was blocked and couldn’t utter a word.

Mrs. Gallagher received the message and hurried to the hospital with her servants.

Upon seeing the scene.

She immediately assumed Josephine Thompson had bullied Mrs. Dixon and her daughter.

"This is outrageous, after all your good breeding, how can you treat Vivian this way?"

"I warn you, even though Vivian is my goddaughter, I’ve always treated her as my own. If you can’t tolerate her, you can’t tolerate me."

Josephine Thompson said nothing and only coldly watched as the family criticized her.

"You still have the face to stay here?"

"I’ve already agreed with you to send Vivian abroad, why are you still targeting her?"

Josephine Thompson clenched the car keys in her hand.

The sharp edges poked painfully in her palm, but it wasn’t one-tenth of the pain in her heart.

She suddenly laughed softly, the laughter echoing in the corridor, tinged with mockery and desolation, "Fine, very fine."

She lifted her eyes to stare directly at Nathaniel Gallagher, her gaze as sharp as a knife, "You’ve all decided it was me who pushed her?"

Nathaniel Gallagher frowned tightly, just about to speak, when the emergency room door was suddenly pushed open.

The doctor took off his mask, his tone tired, "The patient is out of danger but still needs observation."

As soon as the words fell.

Mrs. Dixon stumbled over, sobbing her heart out.

Mrs. Gallagher shot a cold glance at Josephine Thompson and quickly walked towards the ward.

Nathaniel Gallagher stood in place, exchanged a glance with Josephine, but eventually went after them.

Josephine watched their retreating backs, her eyes welling up with tears but stubbornly refusing to let them fall.

If it was her doing, she wouldn’t deny it.

If it wasn’t her doing, she would resolutely refuse to take the blame.

...

Soon.

She called the police.

At the same time, she ordered all the surveillance at home to be retrieved.

Vivian Shaw was clever enough to know where in the hallway there were no cameras.

Therefore, she deliberately chose that spot.

However, the surveillance had many angles, enough to calculate the angle at which she fell.

Twenty minutes later.

A large number of police officers poured into the hospital.

"Who called the police?"

"I did." Josephine Thompson stepped forward.

"Someone just fell down the stairs, claiming I pushed her."

"But I didn’t push her, she’s injured now, and I want the police to clear my name."

"Alright, we’ll investigate thoroughly."

Inside the ward.

Vivian Shaw’s wounds had been treated, and she weakly opened her eyes.

"Vivian, how do you feel?"

Vivian Shaw sobbed and cautiously said, "Nathaniel, it’s all my fault, it was my carelessness that made me fall down the stairs, please don’t blame my sister-in-law."

Mrs. Dixon’s eyes were red from crying, "Foolish daughter, even now, don’t wrong yourself and cover for the Young Madam."

Mrs. Gallagher was also indignant, "Josephine was really too much, I never thought she would do such a thing."

"Don’t worry, Godmother will stand up for you."

Just then.

The ward door was pushed open.

Josephine Thompson entered with several police officers.

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

"Josephine, what are you up to now?"

Josephine Thompson coldly looked at Vivian Shaw on the hospital bed, "You all say that I pushed her down the stairs, now, in front of the police, I ask you again, did I push you?"

Seeing the police arrive, Vivian Shaw felt guilty, her eyes flickering uncomfortably.

"Nathaniel, it was all my fault, let’s not pursue this matter anymore. I won’t hold a grudge against my sister-in-law, let’s just say I accidentally fell down the stairs."