CHAPTER 3: CHAPTER 3: SINCE HE DOESN’T TRULY LOVE HER, LET HIM BE FREE

"Wh...what?" Auntie Linton was startled, looking at her in disbelief.

Josephine Thompson looked serious, "Auntie Linton, pack up your things over the next few days, we might be moving soon."

"... Miss, divorce is a big deal, it’s not a joke. You’d better discuss it with the old master, let the old master persuade President Gallagher to keep his distance from Miss Shaw."

Josephine Thompson contemplated for a few seconds, her expression still calm, "Grandpa will respect my decision."

Because her parents passed away early.

So, from a young age, she was mentally more mature than her peers. She was opinionated, determined, and restrained.

After a night of careful consideration, she was very sure she wanted to give up on this marriage.

She had emotional cleanliness, couldn’t tolerate sand in her eyes.

Since he wasn’t wholeheartedly in love with her, she’d return him his freedom and fulfill his white-moonlight fantasy.

"But, what about the little master?"

Josephine Thompson exhaled slightly, "As for Henny, I will do my best to fight for his custody..."

Before the words were out.

Henry Gallagher, like an angry little bull, rushed down from the second floor, "You wicked woman, was it you who drove Auntie Vivian away?"

Before Josephine Thompson could react.

Henry Gallagher charged over, violently ramming his head into Josephine Thompson’s abdomen.

"Ugh—" Josephine Thompson was caught off guard, nearly winded.

Despite being only three years old.

He was much sturdier than kids his age, taller than even five-year-olds.

One ram wasn’t enough for Henry Gallagher, he swung his little fists, crying and hitting Josephine Thompson, "You wicked woman, why did you drive Auntie Vivian away? I want Auntie Vivian, I want Auntie Vivian, wailing..."

Josephine Thompson’s heart sank, feeling like she was in an ice cave.

Her son had always refused to be close to her.

She always thought it was because she was too busy with work, not having much time to accompany and educate her child, which led to the child’s distance.

But she never imagined the child would resent her to this extent.

Auntie Linton saw this and hurried to intervene, "Little master, how can you hit mommy? Mommy didn’t drive Auntie Vivian away, she went to the hospital because she’s sick."

"I don’t believe it, I don’t believe it, it’s this wicked woman who drove Auntie Vivian away. I don’t want you to be my mommy, I want Auntie Vivian to be my mommy."

Josephine Thompson took a heavy breath, trying to calm down, squatted down intending to gently educate her son, "Henny, you shouldn’t hit mommy or be so rude..."

"Phooey..." Henry Gallagher took the chance to spit at her.

Spit sprayed all over her face.

"You wicked woman, you have a stinky dead smell, not as fragrant as Auntie Vivian. I don’t want you to be my mommy, I want Auntie Vivian to be my mommy."

"..." Josephine Thompson was stunned for a few seconds, looking at her son incredulously.

She was a cultural relic restorer.

Apart from managing the family’s extensive antique business, she was also the youngest external cultural relic restoration expert for the Audenburg Cultural Relics Bureau.

Other relic restorers might only be proficient in one or two categories. But because she was born into an antique family, she had a keen interest in this field from an early age, diligently researching and learning.

Therefore, she was skilled in categories like Jade Artifacts, paintings, ceramics, and more.

Sometimes, when urgently restoring relics, she needed to go to ancient tombs for emergency restoration work. So she always sprayed a special disinfectant water on herself.

But surely it couldn’t smell bad.

However, as a three-year-old child, he absolutely wouldn’t use terms like ’dead smell’ unless someone taught him intentionally.

"Henny, who taught you these words?"

Today, she decided to properly educate her son, not letting it slide.

"You wicked woman, let go of me, I hate you."

"Smack, smack!" two slaps.

Josephine Thompson’s temper flared, mercilessly providing him a ’complete childhood,’ "Mommy must properly educate you today. Who taught you to be this rude?"

"Auntie Linton, notify all the nannies and early education teachers, fire them all."

Henry Gallagher was hit and cried, calling out for the servants, "Please let me go, Grandma Dixon help me."

Mrs. Dixon and two nannies saw this and hurriedly stepped forward, "Ma’am, the little master is delicate, he can’t withstand being hit like this."

Mrs. Dixon tightly protected Henry Gallagher, snidely retorting, "Madam, although the little master was borne by you, it’s not up to you to hit him as you please! If the old lady knew, she’d be very angry."

She was Nathaniel Gallagher’s nanny and also Vivian Shaw’s biological mother.

Because she nursed Nathaniel Gallagher from a young age, her status was higher than the other servants.

After Henry Gallagher was born, she wholeheartedly took care of him. Naturally, given the many servants in the Gallagher household, she only needed to supervise their work.

Upon hearing her words.

Josephine Thompson was furious, almost spitting blood, coldly saying, "It’s not your place as a servant to interfere when I am disciplining my son."

Mrs. Dixon pouted, with a face full of indignation, "Madam, President Gallagher was raised by me, and you actually call me a servant?"

"If you’re not a servant of the Gallagher family, what are you? Are you the master of the Gallagher family now?"

Mrs. Dixon glared angrily, "Even as a servant of the Gallagher family, you can’t order me around. Come along, little master."

When Nathaniel Gallagher was home.

She was courteous and respectful toward Josephine Thompson.

As soon as he wasn’t home, she changed faces, mocking and sarcastic.

Initially, Josephine Thompson considered her Nathaniel Gallagher’s nanny and didn’t want to argue with her.

But now it seems...

The dirty words the child used must have been taught by her!

"Slap!" a crisp sound.

Josephine Thompson mustered tolerance no longer, raising her hand to give her a slap.

"I’ve put up with you long enough. Did you teach Henny those dirty words?"

Mrs. Dixon froze for a moment, covering her face, "You... you actually dare to hit me?"

Josephine Thompson was fuming, "Slap!" another crisp sound, she harshly slapped her again.

Mrs. Dixon usually acted tyrannically in the Gallagher household.

But she dared to instigate my son to hit me and curse me, even trying to drive a wedge in our relationship.

She simply couldn’t bear it.

"Oh, you slapped me twice?" Mrs. Dixon clutched her cheek, both angry and furious, but dared not strike back.

"If you teach my son to say dirty words again, I’ll hit you." Just as she spoke.

The gate’s barrier slowly lifted, and three luxury cars slowly drove in."

"President Gallagher is back."