Her Marriage: The Night is Still Young-Chapter 192: Tell Nathaniel to Come Back Quickly

Chapter 192: Chapter 192: Tell Nathaniel to Come Back Quickly

"Just you wait, I’m going to kill you..." Josephine Thompson screamed hysterically, like a madwoman.

The doctor quickly arrived.

"Let go of me, don’t touch me, all of you just die!"

Nathaniel Gallagher: "Hold her down, give her a sedative injection."

"Yes, President Gallagher."

Josephine Thompson, with disheveled hair and a breakdown, lost control, "Don’t come near me, Nathaniel, I hate you, I will never forgive you."

The nurse stepped forward and held her down without a word.

Then, the doctor adeptly gave her a sedative injection.

"Ugh... no... don’t..."

As the medication was administered.

In less than five seconds.

Josephine Thompson’s consciousness paused, and she fainted softly.

Soon after.

The doctor treated the scratches on her.

"How is she?"

"Miss Thompson’s wounds are not deep. With medication and some rest, she will recover." The doctor bandaged her arm and gave a few more instructions.

Nathaniel Gallagher listened, slightly relieved.

"Ugh..." His arm and back bore deep, bone-exposing scratches, his entire back stained with blood.

The doctor, seeing this, appeared anxious, "President Gallagher, your injuries are more severe, they need immediate treatment."

Nathaniel Gallagher, having lost too much blood, his lips pale without a hint of color, "Ugh..."

"Quickly, bring the hemostatic kit."

"Such deep wounds, surgery is necessary for stitching. President Gallagher, you must go to the hospital immediately."

"Okay."

The doctor and assistants dared not delay.

While helping him with bleeding treatment, they hurriedly prepared a vehicle, quickly taking him to the hospital.

On the ground by the pool, Nathaniel Gallagher’s phone lay silently, the call still ongoing.

And on the other end of the line.

Eleanor Churchill had been listening the entire time.

When she heard Josephine Thompson’s hysterical voice, all her happiness and warmth instantly shattered into pieces.

"Ha!"

"Haha!"

"So... so he really went to be with Miss Thompson again."

She laughed bitterly, her heart feeling like it was being cut by knives, and the phone fell to the ground from her limp hand. Her nose and eyes burned fiercely, yet not a single tear fell.

In the past half a year.

Nathaniel Gallagher had been extremely good to her.

She thought he had truly changed his mind, truly turned back.

But now it seemed.

His heart always contained Miss Thompson.

Marrying her was likely out of guilt and charity.

"...Nathaniel, how could you... how could you do this? I’ve said it before, if you don’t love me anymore, you can let go freely, I won’t cling to you."

"Why do you have to sneak around with another woman behind my back?"

Eleanor Churchill’s chest twisted in pain.

She squatted on the floor, her fingers trembling as she picked up the phone, only to hear silence from the other end, with just a faint buzzing of the electric current in the empty living room.

She looked at the wedding photo hanging on the wall.

In the photo, Nathaniel Gallagher wore a well-fitted suit, with affection spread across his brows and eyes.

Back then she really believed.

Believed his words that he would treat her and Henny well in the future, believed this belated marriage could warm his cold heart.

"Crash--"

"Ah--"

Eleanor Churchill lost control, knocking everything off the table.

The maid, seeing this, turned pale with fright, "Madam, what’s wrong?"

"Get out, all of you get out."

The maids dared not speak another word, tiptoeing out of the living room, gently closing the door.

In the vast space, only Eleanor Churchill and a mess remained. The fragments of the crystal glass reflected the light from the ceiling, like countless fine needles, piercing her eyes painfully.

She walked to the wedding photo, her fingers caressing Nathaniel Gallagher’s face in the picture. The way he looked at her back then, gentle enough to drown someone, but thinking back now, how much perfunctoriness and calculation was hidden within that gentleness?

"Tender affection?"

She softly repeated, then suddenly laughed, laughter mixed with tears, "Nathaniel, you really put on a good show."

She raised her hand.

Ripped the frame fiercely off the wall.

The glass shattered with a crash, the smiling faces in the photo split into several pieces.

She stared at the crack running through Nathaniel Gallagher’s brows, as if that could carve that man out of her heart.

Henny was awakened by the noise outside, running out in his little dinosaur pajamas, seeing the ground covered in fragments and his mother with red eyes, he whimpered fearfully, "Mommy..."

Eleanor Churchill snapped back to reality, glaring at him fiercely.

"Henny, come here!"

Henry Gallagher trembled with fear, instinctively stepping back a few paces.

In the past six months, his new mommy had treated him very well.

But he was still afraid of his new mommy.

Seeing her angry now, he was even more scared, quickly turning around and running upstairs.

"Grandma, I want to find Grandma..."

Eleanor Churchill seeing this, became even more enraged, "Why are you running? Do you disdain me too?"

"Come here."

Having said that.

She hobbled, limping and limping, to chase after him.

Henry Gallagher, scared out of his wits, dashed into the children’s room, hurriedly locking the door.

Eleanor Churchill also reached the door, knocking furiously.

"Bang bang bang."

"Henny, come out, don’t make mommy angry."

"I’ll count to three, if you don’t open the door, mommy will have someone take the door down."

"One"

"Two"

"Three"

"Go away."

Eleanor Churchill said to herself bitterly, "Fine, very fine indeed, you both father and son like Miss Thompson very much, right?"

Although Henry Gallagher was her biological child.

But after all, he wasn’t born by her.

Thinking of him coming from Josephine Thompson’s belly.

The maternal love in her heart immediately turned into jealousy and disgust.

Henry Gallagher’s features didn’t resemble Josephine Thompson’s at all, but his skin and demeanor were very much like Josephine Thompson’s.

Jealousy made her unable to accept it.

Inside the room.

Henry Gallagher shivered in fear, "Waa waa, grandma, grandma come save me."

He frantically picked up the child’s phone, and quickly called Mrs. Gallagher for help.

"Hello, Henny."

"Hello, Grandma, mommy wants to hit me, come save me."

Mrs. Gallagher was startled, "What did you say?"

Henry Gallagher dared not cry out loud, sobbing, "Mommy is pounding on the door like crazy, Grandma, I’m scared. Please come save me, waa waa..."

Mrs. Gallagher’s hand gripped the phone tightly, Henny’s cries piercing her heart like needles.

She had no time to put on a coat, grabbing her car keys and rushed to the garage: "Henny, don’t be scared, Grandma is coming, lock the door well and don’t open it!"

"Okay, Grandma come quick." The crying on the other end of the phone was intermittent, mixed with the loud banging of Eleanor Churchill on the door.

Mrs. Gallagher’s heart clenched with worry and she immediately ordered the driver to head to The Rose Garden.

"Dare to harm my eldest grandson, she must be blind."

Over the past half year.

Eleanor has been behaving gently and graciously, caring for Henny with utmost attentiveness.

Although Mrs. Gallagher extremely disliked Eleanor.

Seeing her son determined to marry Eleanor.

She could only begrudgingly accept.

But now it seemed all Eleanor’s gentleness was a facade. Josephine Thompson is the thorn that ultimately pierced through her disguise.

In the children’s room.

Henry Gallagher curled up in the corner of the wardrobe, his little hands clamped tightly over his mouth, not daring to make a sound.

The knocking on the door grew louder and louder, interspersed with Eleanor’s sharp curses: "Do you think hiding will work?!"

"Go get the chainsaw, break the door open immediately."

"Ma’am, don’t scare the young master."

Eleanor, overcome by emotion, glared maliciously at the servant, "I told you to go, can’t you hear me?"

"...Yes."

Moments later.

The servant brought the chainsaw.

The chainsaw roared to life, its piercing noise threatening to lift the roof of the entire villa.

"Buzz buzz buzz..."

Henry Gallagher trembled inside the wardrobe like a fallen leaf, his little hands tightly covering his ears, tears streaming down his face.

He didn’t understand why the mommy who usually told him stories had suddenly turned into a monster from the cartoons.

Eleanor’s voice came through the door, carrying a nearly frenzied calmness, "Henny, if you don’t come out today, I’ll tear the door down and Mommy will have to punish you."

Just as the chainsaw’s teeth were about to cut through the door lock.

Mrs. Gallagher hurriedly arrived, "Stop! Eleanor Churchill, you’re insane!"

Mrs. Gallagher shook off the bodyguard’s assistance and hobbled to the door, pointing at Eleanor’s nose and cursing, "What do you plan to do to my grandson? He’s only a few years old! Can’t you even tolerate a child?"

Eleanor’s madness receded a bit upon seeing Mrs. Gallagher, replaced by a layer of cold laughter: "Tolerate? Mom, ask him who’s his real mom in his heart? That woman Josephine Thompson is his real mother!"

"Nonsense!"

Mrs. Gallagher trembled with anger, "Henny has grown up by my side since he was little, he knows very well who is good to him! Were your good deeds over the past half year all pretend?"

"What if they were?"

Eleanor suddenly raised her voice and hobbled back toward the staircase, "The Gallagher Family have never looked me in the eye from the start! Nathaniel’s heart is with Josephine Thompson, and now even this little brat dares give me attitude. Why should I tolerate it?"

"Say that again!" Mrs. Gallagher’s voice suddenly turned cold, "Henny is the Gallagher Family’s eldest grandson, it’s not up to you to call him a brat!"

She gave a signal to the bodyguards: "’Escort’ the madam back to her room, don’t allow her to come out without my order."

The bodyguards stepped forward to intercept.

But Eleanor suddenly pulled a fruit knife from her pocket and pressed it against her wrist: "Don’t come near! If anyone touches me, I’ll die right here!"

The sharp blade glinted coldly, reflecting determination in her eyes.

Mrs. Gallagher’s heart skipped a beat—this woman was truly desperate, willing to bet on death.

"Fine, I won’t touch you." Mrs. Gallagher softened her tone, "Put the knife down first, let’s talk this over."

"Talk this over?"

Eleanor laughed until tears streamed down her face, "How do we talk? Talk about Nathaniel being in Zarathos with Josephine Thompson, making a fool of me? Talk about how you all wish I would disappear sooner so that woman can return?"

Her gaze swept over the tightly closed door of the children’s room, her voice suddenly sharp: "Josephine Thompson! Josephine Thompson again! Will I never be able to escape this woman in this lifetime?"

Just as her voice fell.

She suddenly turned and hobbled toward the second-floor terrace.

Mrs. Gallagher cried out and had the bodyguards chase her, but they were still a step too late.

Eleanor climbed over the terrace railing.

Half her body hung outside, below her was a lawn over ten meters high.

"Don’t come any closer!"

She screamed hoarsely, the wind whipping her hair like a tattered flag, "Tell Nathaniel Gallagher, I’m not unwanted trash! He can be with whoever he wants, I won’t stick around!"

Mrs. Gallagher was so frightened her heart nearly leapt out, she stared fixedly at Eleanor’s feet: "Eleanor! Let’s talk this over first, come down! Nathaniel knows he was wrong, he’ll come back to explain to you!"

Eleanor laughed, a sorrowful laugh, "I’ve had enough of his explanations."

She looked down at the floor, then suddenly lifted her head, her gaze piercing through the crowd as if looking far away: "Nathaniel, I once thought, you were my salvation... Turns out, you only pushed me into another hell."

"Why did I wake up? I should have died and ended it all..."

After speaking, she closed her eyes and tipped her body forward.

"No!" Mrs. Gallagher’s scream pierced the silence of the villa.

At that critical moment.

Two bodyguards rushed forward and grabbed her arm tightly.

Eleanor struggled, digging her nails into the wooden railing, splinters falling down.

Looking at the chaos before her.

Mrs. Gallagher felt dizzy, "What a sin, truly a sin."

"Can’t you behave for a few days? Can’t you let me live a few peaceful days?"

"How long are you three going to make a racket before you’re satisfied? Butler, call Nathaniel, have him return immediately."

"Okay."

The butler had just picked up the phone when Mrs. Gallagher snatched it from him.

Her fingertips trembled so much she couldn’t press the buttons correctly, and finally she simply turned on the speakerphone. The receiver emitted a lengthy busy tone, like a dull knife slicing into the heart.

"Beep... beep... beep..."

Not until the third time was the call answered.

Nathaniel Gallagher’s voice came through, sounding hoarse from just waking up, "Mom? What is it so late?"

"What is it?"

Mrs. Gallagher’s voice suddenly soared, all the rage and fear piled up inside her surged forth, "You dare ask me what is it? Eleanor is about to jump off a building! Your son is scared and crying inside a wardrobe! Are you satisfied now?"

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end.

Then came the sound of things falling, Nathaniel’s voice tightened instantly: "What did you say? What’s wrong with Eleanor? How’s Henny?"

"How do you care how they are?" Mrs. Gallagher trembled with anger, "Aren’t you in Zarathos with Josephine? What is your heart made of? Teasing Eleanor while tying up Josephine Thompson, now look, the house is about to be torn apart by you!"

"I’ll come back right away." Nathaniel’s voice bore no emotion, only an urgency that was indisputable.

"Make sure the doctors watch Eleanor, don’t let her come to harm again."

"Do you think just saying ’coming back right away’ is enough?"

Mrs. Gallagher’s voice choked with tears, "Nathaniel, look at what you’ve become now? For a woman, you’ve turned the family upside down, not even caring for your own son..."

"Mom, let’s talk about it later." Nathaniel interrupted her, the background filled with hurried footsteps.

"I’ll book the earliest flight."

The call was hastily ended, leaving only the busy tone in the receiver.

Mrs. Gallagher held the phone and suddenly felt powerless, slowly slumping onto the sofa.

On the terrace.

Eleanor had already been pulled back by the bodyguards and was now curled up in a corner, staring blankly at the floor.

Henry Gallagher was carried over by a servant.

The child saw her in this state and was so frightened that he rushed into Mrs. Gallagher’s arms, "Grandma, I don’t want to stay here, I want to go back to the old house with you."

Mrs. Gallagher held him tightly, her heart aching terribly, "Okay, Grandma will take you away right now."

Eleanor’s body suddenly shuddered.

She slowly lifted her head, looking into the child’s panicked eyes. Instantly, she felt as if a knife had cut deep into her heart, and she covered her face, emitting a stifled sob.

This farce, in the end, she lost.

Lost thoroughly.

The heart-changed man was like the waters of the eastward river.

Gone, and never returning.

...

Meanwhile, in the hospital far away in Zarathos.

Nathaniel Gallagher hung up the phone and immediately instructed his assistant to book a flight ticket. He walked to the window, staring at the pitch-black night outside, his brows furrowing into knots.

Josephine Thompson was still asleep in the room, the infusion tube on her wrist slowly dripping with medicine.

He knew, once he left, perhaps he’d never be able to keep her.

But over there were Eleanor and Henny, debts he owed for half a lifetime.

He closed his eyes for a moment, then turned to the assistant and said, "Arrange for someone to watch Miss Thompson, don’t let her leave the ward for one step."

"Yes, President Gallagher."