CHAPTER 24: CHAPTER 24: SHE PREDICTED HER PREDICTION

Josephine listened, and her heart ached intensely, pulling at her wounds painfully, "Yes, I’m just that excessive. I can’t stand her. Next time, I’ll hit her again."

Nathaniel’s expression was complicated as he looked at her gloomily, "I’ve already promised you to send Vivian abroad. Why do you still have to target her?"

"I told you, you can do whatever you want. I can tolerate whatever you do. I just don’t want Vivian to get hurt. I only hope that you adore her as I would a sister. Is this simple request too much for you?"

Josephine coldly spat out a word, "Get out!"

Nathaniel swallowed hard, his tone carrying a harsh warning, "Josephine, you can mess with me however you want. But you’re not allowed to harm Vivian. If it happens again, I won’t let you off easily. Try me if you don’t believe it!"

After saying this, he angrily held Vivian and left without looking back.

Since Josephine’s miscarriage, she had not recovered well, and her wounds hurt, making her break out in a cold sweat.

Her legs gave out, nearly causing her to lose her balance.

Jamila and Angie saw this and hurriedly helped her to the hospital bed, "Josephine, how are you? Hurry and lie down to rest a bit."

Josephine rested for a long time, and her physical pain slightly eased, "I’m fine."

Yoyo looked worried, "You look pale, I’m going to call the doctor!"

"Don’t go. I’ll be fine after lying down for a bit."

Angie also looked guilty, "Josephine, I’m sorry! We just wanted to help you vent. We didn’t expect it to turn out like this. Please don’t blame us!"

"Thank you, sisters, how could I blame you?"

Jamila, with the most explosive temper, was even angrier than Josephine, "That little seducer is so shameless, acting all sweet and innocent when she’s flirting to the bone. It disgusts me to death; hearing her voice gives me goosebumps."

Angie: "Tsk tsk tsk, you can’t deny it, men love that type. Those green tea bitches and white lotus bitches we hate are beloved sweethearts in men’s eyes."

Josephine’s mind was in chaos, silently contemplating the legal process of divorce.

Vivian dared to provoke her again and again, relying on Nathaniel’s endless indulgence and favoritism towards her.

Since she couldn’t keep her husband’s heart,

she might as well cut her losses and get a divorce promptly.

She’s truly exhausted from all this nonsense and doesn’t want to waste her energy anymore.

Angie, fearing she’d get sick from anger, hurried to comfort her: "Josephine, don’t take it to heart. These things are common; which men don’t fool around?"

"The problem is, if he keeps a mistress, he should keep it hidden, not flaunt her in front of the wife. This little seducer seems ambitious, daring to cause trouble in front of you. She clearly wants more than just being a mistress; she probably wants to replace you."

Jamila looked contemptuous, "Ha! Overestimating herself, does she think all men are stupid? They can keep a mistress without caring about anything, as long as she’s pretty. But when it comes to marrying a wife, with that seducer’s background, which respectable man would really marry her?"

"..." Josephine furrowed her brow, not wanting to hear more.

"You all should go back. I want to be alone for a while."

"Uh~ let’s let Josephine have a good rest!"

"Josephine, you look really uncomfortable. I should still call the doctor for you."

Josephine shook her head sadly, "It’s fine, I’m just a bit tired and want to rest. You all go back. Once I feel better, we’ll arrange to have dinner together."

"...Alright then, call us anytime if you need anything!"

"Mm."

The three left, unable to suppress their worries, "We’re leaving now. Make sure to rest well. If you think it through, there’s really nothing to be angry about."

Josephine nodded, "I understand."

After a few more words of advice, the three left the hospital together.

Josephine lay on the hospital bed, looking out at the neon lights and towering skyscrapers.

She suddenly felt lost.

Life felt empty, and the current life wasn’t what she wanted at all.

Audenburg, also known as The Solara of the East, is a gathering place for the world’s wealthiest, filled with the indulgence and greedy desires everywhere.

She really wanted to escape this city and start afresh in a new environment.

...

An hour later.

Josephine was resting in the hospital room.

With a "click," the door was pushed open heavily.

Mrs. Dixon, with swollen eyes, angrily stormed in.

Seeing this, four caretakers hurried to stop her, "Mrs. Dixon, you can’t go in, the lady is resting."

Relying on her status and her daughter’s favoritism, Mrs. Dixon ignored the other servants and caretakers. She angrily pushed them aside and barged into the hospital room.

"Young Mistress, I beg you, please spare my daughter! Stop harming her—I kneel to you, please have mercy."

After barging in, Mrs. Dixon knelt directly before the hospital bed.

This was her usual tactic of seeking sympathy and wielding moral pressure. No matter what she’d done wrong, it seemed like kneeling would immediately place her on the moral high ground.

"I kneel to you; I bow to you, will that do..."

However.

As soon as she knelt this time, she felt pain in over a dozen spots on her knees, as if nails were driven into her flesh!

"Owww..."

Mrs. Dixon let out a few piercing screams, rolling on the floor.

She looked down to find dozens of thumbtacks embedded in her knees and calves. With her earlier force, the nails were driven even deeper and more fiercely.

"Aaahhh—"

"My legs, my legs, someone help, I can’t take it anymore!" Mrs. Dixon yelled in agony, her cries worse than a slaughtered pig’s.

"What’s going on? What’s happening?" The nurse and doctor rushed over upon hearing the screams.

Mrs. Dixon kept rolling on the floor, shivering in pain, "There are nails in my legs, hurry... pull them out for me!"

The doctor, panicking, crouched down to check.

He saw more than a dozen thumbtacks in each of her knee caps.

"Don’t move, I’m going to pull the nails out now."

Every time the doctor pulled out a nail, Mrs. Dixon let out a piercing scream.

"Ow ow ow—"

Josephine lay on the bed, watching indifferently.

She had anticipated Mrs. Dixon’s behavior!

She predicted that she’d come to kneel, make a scene, and cause chaos.

So, she had someone scatter thumbtacks on the floor ahead of time. She accurately predicted where Mrs. Dixon would kneel.

"Uhh oww—"

"It hurts so much, I’m dying here—"

Nathaniel was in the next room, staying with Vivian.

Hearing Mrs. Dixon’s screams echo through the hospital, he rushed over to see what was going on.

"Mrs. Dixon, what happened to you?"

"President Gallagher, my... my knees hurt so much, the young mistress deliberately put nails to stab me, she’s trying to kill me." Mrs. Dixon cried mournfully, eager to blame it all.

Nathaniel furrowed his brows, glancing at the nails left on the floor, "Why are there so many nails on the floor?"

"Young Mistress, you’re so vicious, bullying us like this. President Gallagher and the old lady won’t let you get away with it."