Nathaniel Gallagher stood there, stunned for a good two or three minutes.
Then, feeling desolate, he turned and walked toward the exit of the hospital.
"Grandpa, you must hold on, you have to get through this difficult ti!"
Josephine Thompson walked to the door of the ward.
With both hands clasped, she prayed devoutly that her grandpa could make it through this crisis.
Auntie Lena also kept praying, "Miss, the old master will surely make it through."
"I hope so."
Auntie Lena looked concerned and cautiously said, "The old master needs to be observed in the ICU. You should go rest in the family room."
"I’ll keep watch here. If anything happens, I’ll inform you imdiately."
Josephine Thompson shook her head, "No, I’ll stay here with Grandpa."
"Alright then!"
Both Josephine Thompson and Auntie Lena sat outside the ICU, praying sincerely for the old master.
"Buzz, buzz, buzz..."
The phone in her bag vibrated again.
Josephine Thompson took out her phone and glanced at it.
It was Julian Grant calling.
If it were in the past, she certainly wouldn’t have answered his call.
But last night, one could say he saved her life.
If it weren’t for him calmly comforting her and guiding her through the whole ordeal, mobilizing sand from all over the city to lay a 500-ter deceleration strip,
at this mont, she would have probably already entered Hades’ Hall.
"...Hello." After the phone rang five or six tis, she finally picked up.
On the other end, there was a brief silence.
Josephine Thompson repeated, "Hello~"
Julian Grant let out a sheepish laugh and teased discontentedly, "Ha~, little heartless one, finally willing to answer my call?"
"..." Josephine Thompson frowned, not knowing what to say.
Julian Grant said sulkily, "I worried all night and stayed with you the whole night. Yet you just left without saying a word."
Upon hearing this, Josephine Thompson softly apologized, "I’m sorry, my grandpa had an accident. He’s currently being rescued in the hospital, so..."
Julian Grant: "Oh? Is our grandpa hospitalized? Is it serious? Do you want to send doctors from Caldwen?"
"No need, the surgery’s already done, and he’s still in critical care."
"I see, alright then, you’re forgiven!"
"..." Josephine Thompson felt a lump in her heart and fell silent again.
"Uh~ How about I co over to see Grandpa?"
"No need, thank you."
"Then... uh... hmm..." For the first ti, Julian Grant scratched his head, not knowing what to say.
In front of others, he’s always sharp-tongued and sarcastic, able to pick on any fault.
But in front of her, he restrained himself a lot.
In truth, her personality is dull and wooden, not at all understanding the subtleties, always a step behind. She doesn’t have the lively and enthusiastic nature of girls in their 20s.
He was puzzled as to why he liked her.
When he first t her,
he simply thought she was pretty and pure, his type. Chasing her was like chasing any other beautiful woman, the sa intent.
He was confident enough to say in front of his buddies, "Conquering her will only take three days."
Yet...
Three days turned into three days again and again,
it took three years of racking his brains to finally warm this stone heart.
What’s more frustrating is,
before he could even feel the stone’s warmth, he lost her completely because of his own sharp words.
Even more distressing is, after their separation, she quickly remarried soone else in just three months.
Learning about her marriage almost took half his life, his whole being was crushed by defeat.
After a while,
Julian Grant finally squeezed out a sentence, "Don’t you have anything to say?"
"Huh?" Josephine Thompson was taken aback.
"I an, I am your lifesaver after all, aren’t you going to show so gratitude?"
"..." Josephine Thompson felt a choke in her chest, her brain stalling.
Is there anyone who would boast like this?
Her heart filled with gratitude for him instantly turned into speechlessness.
Julian Grant gave a sheepish smile, "You should at least treat to a al, right?"
"Uh~ I... I’m at the hospital now, it might take so ti!"
Julian Grant laughed awkwardly, "That’s alright, just rember you owe a al."
"... Alright!"
"Then after Grandpa is discharged, make sure you rember to treat to a al, okay?"
"Okay."
"Hmm, that’s it then, I won’t disturb you any longer!"
"Hmm, goodbye."
After hanging up,
Josephine Thompson let out a heavy sigh, her heart filled with mixed emotions.
Compared to Nathaniel Gallagher’s high emotional intelligence,
Julian Grant seed quite out of touch.
But actually...
High emotional intelligence isn’t necessarily a blessing, it’s even sowhat tragic, not worth celebrating.
Because no one is born with high emotional intelligence.
It’s just that after taking too many hits and enduring endless trials by the society, one has to refine themselves to be versatile and impeccable, to speak appropriately to people and ghosts alike.
Before absolute power and backing, there’s no need for any tactics or false masks.
Julian Grant is so fortunate to have been born into his family.
Whether it’s his parents, grandparents, or maternal grandparents, any one of them could ensure a lifeti free of worries for him.
As long as he doesn’t break the law, he really can do as he pleases in other aspects. Naturally, he doesn’t need high emotional intelligence.
"Miss, would you like so water?" Auntie Lena thoughtfully handed her a cup of water.
"Thank you!"
Josephine Thompson took the cup, drinking a few sips, her mind heavy with thoughts.
"Forget it, I shouldn’t think too much."
"As long as Nathaniel Gallagher agrees to a quick divorce and I keep my distance from him afterward, it’ll be fine."
"If not, I’ll leave Audenburg with Grandpa and move to Northwood."
After all, the roots of the Thornton Family are in Northwood, and currently, the largest antiquarian market there is owned by them.
In the 1970s, the Thorntons moved the entire family to Audenburg.
...
In the evening,
Josephine Thompson and Auntie Lena stayed the whole day, but the old master still hadn’t woken up.
"Miss, why don’t you go to the family room and get so sleep?"
"Auntie Linton and I will keep watch here."
"Alright, just take turns watching over him, and call imdiately if anything cos up."
"Okay, Miss."
Josephine Thompson glanced at the ti; it was already eleven at night.
She still had to sign the divorce agreent with Nathaniel Gallagher tomorrow, so she needed to sleep early to have energy for the next day.
A little later.
She went to the VIP hospital room.
After taking a shower and changing into a clean set of pajamas, she went to bed early to sleep.
...
The next day.
Josephine got up early, first thing she did was check on her grandfather.
Auntie Linton and Auntie Lena took turns watching over him for the night.
"Auntie Linton, Auntie Lena, you should go rest for a while!"
"It’s fine, we took turns napping for a bit."
"Alright then."
At 7:30 in the morning.
The doctor ca for rounds and did another check on the old man.
"Doctor, how’s my grandfather doing?"
The doctor said, "At the mont, all indicators are stable. Now it’s mainly about seeing how the blood clot in his brain absorbs."
"If it can be fully absorbed within a week, there shouldn’t be any major issues. If not, we might need to do another surgery."
Josephine beca even more worried hearing this, "Is there any other way to promote absorption?"
"There’s no other way, it relies on the body’s own immunity and absorption capacity."
"...Alright."
"I’ll notify you imdiately if there’s any change in the patient’s condition."
"Okay, good."
The doctor didn’t say more and turned to leave.
Josephine sighed and looked at the ti; it was already 8:30.
She thought about calling Nathaniel Gallagher to hurry things up.
But after thinking about it, she held back.
He had promised to sign the divorce agreent today; he shouldn’t break his word.
She waited until the afternoon.
"Beep beep beep..."
Nathaniel Gallagher finally called.
Hearing the phone ring, Josephine imdiately answered, "Hello, Nathaniel, when are you bringing the divorce agreent over?"
On the other end.
Nathaniel’s voice was hoarse and gloomy, "I’m at your office now, co over and get it."
Josephine felt a block in her chest and frowned, "What’s wrong with you? You know I’m at the hospital, why did you bring it to my office?"
Nathaniel: "No reason, I just don’t want to et you at the hospital."
"I can’t leave right now, you’d better bring it to the hospital!"
Nathaniel’s voice was low, "I don’t care, if you want the divorce agreent, co to the office and sign it yourself."
"I’ll wait for you for half an hour. If you don’t co, I’ll assu you’re retracting your divorce request."
Listening, Josephine’s heart exploded with anger, "Nathaniel, why are you doing this?"
"Just waiting for half an hour, no further waiting," Nathaniel finished, and directly hung up the phone.
"Hello... hello, hello..."
The call was already hung up, and Josephine was furious.
She didn’t expect, even at the final step of the divorce, he would find every way to make things difficult for her.
"Miss, what’s wrong?"
"Nothing!" Josephine tossed her hair, angry and furious.
She imdiately dialed Nathaniel’s number again.
Unfortunately, he didn’t answer at all.
"That hateful bastard Nathaniel Gallagher, even now he still wants to irritate ."
Even though she really didn’t want to go.
But she had no choice.
If she didn’t go, who knows how long he would drag this out.
"Well, it’s just one last step; I’ll endure him!"
Reluctantly, Josephine left the hospital, taking a few bodyguards to The Antiquarian Market.
...
At the office.
Several bodyguards were already standing at the door.
"Where is Nathaniel?"
Andy answered respectfully, "President Gallagher is in your office."
Josephine, furious, walked toward the office with a few bodyguards.
"President Shaw, President Gallagher wants you to go in alone."
"Is he sick?"
"Sorry, we’re just following orders; no one else can go in except you."
Josephine was so angry it hurt, "This is my office; now all of you leave. Otherwise, I’ll call the police and charge you with trespassing."
"All of you, move aside." Josephine angrily pushed the office door open, forcing her way in with a few bodyguards.
Inside the office.
Nathaniel was sitting in her office chair, drinking tea.
Today he was wearing a navy blue suit and a white shirt. The collar was unbuttoned, with no tie. The first ti she t him, he was wearing this suit.
Also, he seed to have had a fresh haircut and shave. He looked refreshed, handso, and aristocratic.
Josephine’s chest tightened, her anger barely suppressed, "Nathaniel, where’s the divorce agreent?"
Nathaniel glanced indifferently at the bodyguards behind her, "Tell them all to leave."
Josephine: "What exactly do you want? It’s just signing a divorce agreent, why make it so hard for ?"
Nathaniel scoffed, "Yes, just signing a divorce agreent, do you really need to bring so many people?"
After speaking, he flashed the docunt in his hand.
"If you want to sign quickly, just listen to and have them all leave."
Nathaniel was cold and unyielding.
"Alright, then, you all go out first."
"Understood, President Shaw." The bodyguards had no choice but to leave the office.
Nathaniel stood up, taking long strides toward her.
"Can we sign it now?"
Nathaniel gave her a deep look, smoothly picked up the pen, and signed the divorce agreent.
Seeing him sign.
Josephine imdiately reached out to take it, "I want to look at the terms of the agreent."
Before her hand could touch the divorce agreent.
Nathaniel lifted his hand, pulling the agreent back behind him.
At the sa ti, he suddenly wrapped an arm around her waist, "We’ll be divorced tomorrow, spend one last night with ."
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