CHAPTER 22: CHAPTER 22: HE HAS EVERY TRAIT WOMEN LIKE

The nurse looked grave, "Mrs. Gallagher has already had the stitches redone twice. The surgery went relatively smoothly. But she must stay bedridden and rest quietly afterward. If the wound breaks open again, it might lead to lifelong infertility."

Nathaniel Gallagher frowned deeply, "We must minimize the damage from the surgery. Use the best medicine, the best treatment methods!"

"Rest assured, President Gallagher, everything is the best treatment plan."

Just then, Master Thompson also arrived, asking urgently, "How is Josephine?"

Nathaniel Gallagher felt guilty, "Grandpa, Josephine just had a bit of a situation. But thanks to the doctors’ care, she’s fine now."

"If anything happens to Josephine, I won’t let you off!"

"Don’t worry, grandpa, Josephine will certainly be okay."

"It better be so."

The elder swallowed heavily, peering into the ward with a worried expression.

Unfortunately.

He couldn’t enter, only able to see his granddaughter lying lifelessly in her hospital bed through the ward’s monitor, with various instruments attached to her body.

Although his heart ached immensely, all he could do now was silently pray for his granddaughter’s swift recovery.

...

Eleven o’clock at night.

The elder couldn’t endure the late night, combined with his old age, he could only return to the companion ward to rest.

Nathaniel Gallagher remained outside the ward, his mood exceptionally heavy.

Fortune favors the bold.

The competition and risks in the gambling industry are dozens of times more brutal than in other industries. And anyone who succeeds in this field is undoubtedly a dragon among dragons.

He was also the only son of The Gallagher Family, so the burden on his shoulders was heavier. Therefore, each step he took had to be thought through carefully, considering the consequences and retreats without ceasing.

This also led him to habitually calculate, keeping himself in a position of maximum benefit.

While deep in thought.

Vivian Shaw hobbled over on crutches, quietly, "Nathaniel, it’s so late, why are you still watching over sister-in-law?"

Nathaniel Gallagher snapped back to reality, concernedly asking, "Why aren’t you resting well in the ward, what brings you here?"

Vivian looked at him weakly, her innocent and delicate face full of heartache, "Nathaniel, it’s all my fault, leading to such a big conflict between you and sister-in-law!"

"Seeing you sad, Nathaniel, makes me even sadder."

Nathaniel slightly frowned, comforting her with a pat on the shoulder, "It’s not your fault, don’t let it burden you! You’re injured yourself, don’t keep running about, go back to the ward and recuperate!"

Vivian blinked her slender phoenix eyes, on the verge of speaking but stopping, "Nathaniel, does sister-in-law... does she know?"

"I really feel guilty, I’m also very upset, should I..."

Before she could finish, Nathaniel interrupted her in a deep voice, "Vivian, once you’ve recovered, I’ll send you abroad for a while."

"..." Vivian listened, biting her lower lip with grievance, feeling very unwilling.

Before, he forcibly sent her abroad to study, then he married another woman. Having finally graduated and returned, he now wants to send her abroad again.

"Nathaniel, are you afraid that my staying will affect your relationship with sister-in-law? If so, I can keep my distance, I can also explain things clearly to her."

"I... I just want to be by your side, being able to see you from time to time would make me happy and satisfied, I have absolutely no inappropriate thoughts..."

Watching her tearful face.

Nathaniel also felt reluctant.

After all, she was the little princess he doted on growing up. She was so weak, so attached to him, so in need of his protection.

He too wished to keep her by his side forever, not letting her suffer any harm.

But now...

Things with Josephine Thompson had reached the point of divorce, he could only harden his heart to send her away. When the appropriate time comes, he’ll bring her back.

"Be good, hone your skills at the overseas branch for a few years. Once you’re back, I’ll promote you to the vice president of the company."

Vivian listened, teared up but nodded, "Alright, I’ll listen to you, Nathaniel."

She knew that once Nathaniel made a decision, it wouldn’t easily change.

He always liked women who were obedient and compliant.

She could only obediently comply.

"Hmm, be good." Nathaniel affectionately patted her head like coaxing a child.

"Nathaniel, rest assured, I’ll definitely not cause you trouble. I’ll do whatever you say, I’ll always listen to you!"

Seeing her so understanding, Nathaniel’s heart ached even more, "...I’ve wronged you, I will make it up to you in the future."

Vivian gazed at him weakly and dependently, as docile as a little bunny, "I don’t want any compensation, I only want to have a place in your heart, and I’ll be satisfied."

Nathaniel took a deep breath, feeling a bit helpless and pained.

He really liked this little girl.

Unfortunately...

The personality and background of Josephine Thompson made him too wary to act recklessly.

She was the typical soft on the outside, tough on the inside, a woman whose gentle surface concealed sharpness.

If she found out about his infidelity, their marriage would be completely over. He hadn’t entirely lost interest in her yet, thus naturally didn’t want to take the risk.

...

The next day.

Josephine Thompson regained consciousness once more from her coma.

She opened her eyes groggily, feeling parched and as though her whole body was in pain.

"Mrs. Gallagher, you’re awake?" The nurse, who had been watching over her, noticed her awakening immediately.

"..." Josephine felt as if she were in a dream, unable to differentiate between reality and dream.

She remained dazed for quite a while before her thoughts slowly became clear.

"Mrs. Gallagher, you must remain emotionally stable, you mustn’t get agitated. Otherwise, the wound may rupture again, which would be very harmful to your body!"

"President Gallagher and Master Thompson have been waiting outside the ward all along, they’re both very worried about you!"

Hearing this, Josephine slowly blinked, trying her best to calm her emotions.

She was now the sole heir of the Thornton Family.

Therefore, she must take good care of her health. Even if for her grandfather’s sake, she had to cherish herself.

The nurse said cautiously: "President Gallagher is right outside, he’d like to see you."

Josephine, looking extremely weak, said coldly, "...I don’t want to see him."

"Alright then, please cooperate well with the treatment, Mrs. Gallagher."

"Mm, I will."

...

By the third day.

Josephine Thompson’s condition finally stabilized, and she was moved from the intensive care unit to a regular VIP ward.

When the nurse was wheeling her out of the intensive care unit.

"Honey..." Nathaniel Gallagher wore a guilty expression.

He wanted to approach but was afraid of triggering her, so didn’t dare come close.

Master Thompson’s eyes were red with concern, "How’s Josephine doing? Grandpa’s been here all along!"

Seeing her grandfather’s elderly and tired appearance.

Josephine’s heart ached, and she comforted him in return, "...Grandpa, please don’t worry too much, I’ll get better soon!"

"Good child, think of nothing else, your health is most important. Even if the sky falls, grandpa can hold it up for you."

Josephine felt a pang of emotion in her nose, deeply moved, "I know, grandpa."

"Good girl, Grandpa asked Auntie Lena to make you some soup!"

"Thank you, Grandpa, you should also take care of your health."

Master Thompson smiled lovingly at her, "Don’t worry, Grandpa is still healthy and won’t be dying anytime soon."

"Grandpa, don’t say such ominous things."

"Rest assured! Grandpa calculated his own life span and at least he’ll live to 98."

Josephine held back tears and managed a smile, "Grandpa’s calculations are definitely inaccurate, Grandpa will at least live to 110."

"Haha, Grandpa will try hard!"

Once Josephine was settled in the hospital room.

Four aides carried in a gigantic bouquet resembling a millstone.

"Mrs. Gallagher, these flowers are from President Gallagher!"

"...Take the flowers out, they annoy me." Josephine frowned, her once quelled anger flaring up again.

Nathaniel Gallagher is very good at maintaining appearances.

He embodies every quality a woman might love. Moreover, he’s adept at hiding things without leaving traces.

Initially, you’ll be touched and grateful to have met such a wonderful man.

But as you delve deeper, you’ll discover the ’perfect’ things carry a lethal poison.

Nathaniel Gallagher entered holding Henry Gallagher’s hand, feigning pitifulness, "Honey, I was wrong. I sincerely apologize, will you forgive me?"

"Henny, quickly give the flowers to Mommy."

Henry Gallagher also held a small bouquet of carnations, sweetly handing them to her, saying in his childish voice, "Mommy, it was my fault before, making you angry. I’ll change in the future and be a good obedient child."

"Mommy, hope you get better soon, Daddy and I will always love you the most."

Seeing her son change so much, Josephine felt a mix of emotions.

If it were before,

She certainly would have been incredibly moved, tears flowing with emotion.

But ever since learning of Henny’s blood type, the sense of mother-child connection has gradually diminished.

After handing the flowers to Mommy, Henry Gallagher also sweetly smiled at Master Thompson, "Great-grandfather, I’ll protect Mommy well in the future! Please rest assured!"

"Ah! Such a good child, truly sensible." Master Thompson looked gratified, lovingly patting his head.

Henry Gallagher gently took his hand, speaking like a little adult, "Great-grandfather, let’s go out and let Daddy and Mommy have some time alone."

Master Thompson glanced at Josephine, slightly worried.

Nathaniel Gallagher looked earnest, "Grandpa, please go out with Henny first. I want to have a good talk with Josephine."

Josephine remained calm and did not resist much.

Master Thompson took a heavy breath, "...Alright then."

He led Henry Gallagher out of the hospital room.

Once everyone had gone out,

Nathaniel Gallagher took out an exquisite jewelry box from his coat.

Opening the box, inside was a huge blue diamond ring, "Honey, I didn’t get a chance to prepare a gift for our fourth wedding anniversary, I’m making up for it now!"

"This is a blue diamond uncut stone I won at an auction last year. I’d long ago hired the best designer and craftsmen to specially cut the diamond to 24.518 carats. You’re 24 years old this year, your birthday is on May eighteenth, and it’s also a commemoration of our four-year marriage."

Josephine looked at him expressionless, her face devoid of any emotion.

He certainly understands a woman’s heart.

If it were before, she would certainly have been deeply moved.

"Nathaniel, is Henny really my child?"

Nathaniel’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, he looked at her seriously, "Henny was born from you, of course, he’s your child! Besides, the paternity test was done, why would you ask such a question?"

"No, then why is Henny..."

Before she could finish asking, Nathaniel interrupted her, "I know you want to ask why Henny’s blood type is A, right?"

"Yes!" Josephine coldly uttered a word from her throat.

Nathaniel sighed heavily, handing her a new blood type report, "If I tell you it was the hospital’s mistake, would you believe me?"

"This is Henny’s latest blood type report, you can take a look yourself."

Josephine, skeptical, took the blood type report and glanced at it.

To her shock, Henry Gallagher had turned back into type O blood.

"...That’s impossible, this must be fake!"

Nathaniel confidently said, "This was just done this morning. If you don’t believe it, I can have the doctor do it again right in front of you."

"Impossible, last time at the children’s hospital, I clearly saw Henny was type A blood."

Nathaniel: "It was the nurse who accidentally mixed up Henny’s blood type with someone else’s. The test results were printed wrong."

"I’ve already brought all the doctors and test personnel here, you can ask them yourself."

Josephine was shocked and confused upon hearing this.

Though she didn’t believe it.

Seeing his determined look, she subconsciously believed it halfway.

"What about you?"

"Why did you deceive me? You even showed me your blood type report—what on earth is true and what is false?"

"Nathaniel, I beg you not to deceive me anymore."

With a sincere face, Nathaniel solemnly said, "I didn’t deceive you, honestly, I couldn’t remember my own blood type."

"If you’d like, I’ll go have my blood tested again later, and this time I’ll remember it clearly."

"..." Josephine looked at him skeptically, not believing him at all.

Lies have clearly been exposed.

Yet he continues to stubbornly deny.

She wanted to argue but held back fiercely.

As long as he wants to cover up the truth, there are countless ways.

Best to wait until physically well, then take Henry elsewhere for another paternity test.

"Honey, can we not dwell on this issue anymore? Henny was born from you, how could he possibly be someone else’s child?"

He finished, passionately taking her hand, placing it near his lips for a kiss, "I sincerely apologize for recklessly hurting you, causing such harm."

"Honey, I really know I was wrong, forgive me this time, please?"

He apologized, tears falling.

If you didn’t see it yourself, who would believe the gambling industry tycoon would cry in front of his wife?

Josephine felt her heart tighten, instinctively wanting to withdraw her hand from his palm.

"Don’t do that, let’s both calm down!"

For some reason,

She now feels a chilling sensation when facing him.

"No, contradictions and issues need timely resolution. I don’t want you overthinking, nor do I want misunderstandings to deepen."

"Once you’re discharged, we’ll both take time off work and go on a half-month trip to Occidia with Henny. We’ll all have a good break and rediscover our old romance." Nathaniel passionately apologized, full of sincerity.

He excels at playing the perfect husband role.

In reality, he’s also adept at disguising.

A deeply shrewd man, experienced and having seen many storms, is skilled at embellishing himself.

The more fearsome the dragon, the better it hides its fangs and claws.