CHAPTER 162: CHAPTER 162: SHE’S HAD ENOUGH

Mrs. Dixon shrank back as she was being yelled at, "Ma’am, please calm down. Getting too upset won’t be good for you. Young Master has been blinded by greed; once he figures it out, he’ll naturally come back and apologize to you."

Mrs. Gallagher swung away the glass of water handed to her.

The porcelain cup rolled a few times on the carpet, spilling water everywhere. "Figure it out? If he could figure it out, he wouldn’t do something so scandalous!"

"Using Eleanor’s eggs for in vitro without telling Josephine for so long. Now wanting to grandly marry that woman into our home, he’s determined to drive me to my grave!"

She clutched her chest, gasping for air, tears mixed with fury falling down: "If the Thornton Family finds out, where will the Gallagher Family’s face be placed? Josephine, that child... I used to find fault with her everywhere."

"Thinking back now, she really is a one in a million wonderful daughter-in-law."

Mrs. Dixon crouched down to pick up the cup, speaking softly, "Ma’am, don’t be too stubborn. Young Master must have his reasons for daring to do this."

"Reasons? His reason is to let me watch him turn the Gallagher Family into a madhouse?" Mrs. Gallagher suddenly raised her voice, glaring viciously at Mrs. Dixon.

Mrs. Dixon’s gaze flickered, not daring to respond.

Mrs. Gallagher suddenly remembered that Eleanor Churchill is Mrs. Dixon’s maternal half-sister.

No wonder she always spoke favorably of Eleanor.

Lately, she had been muddled with anger and forgot about this detail.

"Well, well, is this your family’s scheme?"

"Ma’am, what are you talking about?"

Mrs. Gallagher was furious, "Don’t pretend to be clueless. First, sending your sister to our Gallagher Family, then sending your daughter."

"You really think I can’t see through your intentions? You should take a look in the mirror; what qualifications do your daughter and sister have to match my son?"

Mrs. Dixon’s chest tightened with anger, stepping back repeatedly, summoning the courage to say, "... Ma’am, don’t speak so harshly. Vivian and Eleanor are good girls; they’re just lacking in background, but in other aspects, what are they not worthy of Young Master?"

Mrs. Gallagher got furious upon hearing that, "I spit!"

"Low-born creatures are just low-born creatures! Hardly fit for polite society."

"..." Mrs. Dixon’s face turned from blue to white with rage.

She had endured Mrs. Gallagher for more than thirty years.

Now, the Dixon Family had long since overcome poverty, worth billions. They no longer needed to depend on the Gallagher Family.

Besides, her sister marrying into the Gallagher Family was already a done deal.

Her daughter had no chance whatsoever.

Why should she endure it any longer?

Mrs. Gallagher pointed at Mrs. Dixon’s nose, her saliva splattering on her face, "Really think climbi up our Gallagher Family would make you skyrocket? I tell you, as long as I’m alive, Eleanor will never cross this threshold, and neither will your daughter!"

Mrs. Dixon trembled from being scolded, her eyes reddening instantly, yet she bit her lip hard, holding back tears: "Ma’am, your words are too harsh! We may be poor, but poverty doesn’t mean we have no dignity!"

"Vivian works diligently in the Gallagher Family, never making a mistake. Eleanor has suffered greatly for Young Master, and made significant contributions to your Gallagher Family. How have they let the Gallagher Family down?"

"Shut up!"

Mrs. Gallagher’s hands trembled with anger, grabbing the ashtray from the table and smashing it near Mrs. Dixon’s feet.

Mrs. Dixon didn’t step back but instead straightened her spine: "Yes, we want a better life, but we never harmed anyone! Whereas your Gallagher Family appears to be glamorous, how much scandal do you hide underneath? Did Nathaniel think about ’dignity’ when he tricked Miss Thompson into marriage, using in vitro babies?"

"You dare talk back to me?" Mrs. Gallagher was struck speechless, her chest heaving violently, suddenly her vision blackened, and she swayed.

Mrs. Dixon instinctively reached out to support, but quickly withdrew her hand, looking coldly at her: "Ma’am should take care of her health, lest you get too sick and no one is left to see you off."

With that.

She turned and left, her posture upright, no longer as submissive as she had been.

Mrs. Gallagher watched her back, failing to catch her breath, and fell heavily onto the sofa.

...

The next day.

Josephine Thompson had barely slept a wink, working nonstop.

All the employees of the Thompson Group also worked overtime to keep up the pace.

Ruby, with heavy black circles under her eyes, couldn’t hold on anymore, "President Thompson, you should take a break!"

"Even I can’t keep going, and you’re pregnant, how can you keep this up?"

Josephine Thompson roused her spirits, still focused on her paperwork, "If you’re tired, take a break!"

"There’s just a bit of work left, I’ll rest when it’s done."

Ruby couldn’t help but urge her again, "President Thompson, if you keep this up, even an iron body couldn’t withstand it!"

"Don’t worry about me, there’s no time left, it must be done today."

Ruby listened, looking at her with extreme confusion.

Even though it’s the end of the year, and there’s more work to do.

But there’s no need to work so desperately, right?

Josephine Thompson ignored her, continuing with her work.

Business in Audenburg had almost been completely cleared!

The antiques and stores that could be transferred had all been moved. Even a few of the larger properties were listed for sale.

The individuals involved in the antiques theft had all been arrested by the police; their fate would probably be life imprisonment.

Some wrapping up tasks could be left to the manager and lawyer.

Today is already the 10th of February.

In just four days, it would be Nathaniel Gallagher and Eleanor Churchill’s wedding.

She had to finish her work, then deliver him a ’grand gift’.

"Buzz buzz buzz..."

The phone rang.

Josephine Thompson glanced at the caller ID; it was Evelyn Thorne calling.

In these days.

Evelyn Thorne had been calling her almost daily, but she had no interest in answering.

[Josephine Thompson, you are truly cold-hearted, do you really not care at all about Julian’s life?]

[Despite Julian always thinking of you, you won’t even care enough to ask about him?]

[Did you know that Julian drank so much he got a stomach hemorrhage, nearly dying on the operating table?]

Seeing the message from Evelyn Thorne.

Josephine Thompson felt as if her heart was being cut, her nose stinging fiercely.

Unfortunately...

She knew she couldn’t soften; she had to completely extinguish Julian Grant’s thoughts of her.

She and Julian Grant could never be together in this lifetime. So she didn’t want to waste energy and time starting a relationship without a future.

"Julian Grant, we both need to move on with our lives. Take care, I need to start anew as well."

"I will remember your goodness and keep you forever in my heart. But we truly can’t be together. Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain; rather than begin a relationship with no future, it’s better to stop losses in time and wish each other well."

She knew very well.

Someone like Julian Grant, a vagabond.

He would never settle down seriously; it’s in his nature to be amorous.

While she is a perfectionist when it comes to relationships, unable to tolerate even a speck of sand in her eyes.