Her Marriage: The Night is Still Young-Chapter 60: Josephine, Give Me One Hour
Counting the days.
Just ten days until the court session.
He should be eager to divorce her this time, right?
"Forget it, there’s no point in wasting energy dwelling on these hurts. Besides adding to my own distress and leaving myself battered, it’s meaningless."
"Better to cut losses promptly and draw a clean line."
What’s done is done, the losses are already incurred.
Now, except for convincing myself to let it go, nothing else matters.
There’s no remedy for regrets in this world.
Rather than brooding over hatred and anger, it’s better to relieve myself.
"Beep beep beep..."
She dialed Nathaniel Gallagher’s number.
After a few rings.
Nathaniel Gallagher answered immediately, with a slight tremble in his voice, "Hello~"
Josephine Thompson didn’t bother with pleasantries and spoke straight to the point, "Nathaniel, I’m planning to retrieve my car. Send me the address, and I’ll have someone drive it back."
Nathaniel Gallagher’s heart stammered, "Hmm~, why don’t I deliver it to you?"
He wanted to find an excuse to see her.
Even if it’s just a glimpse, it would be nice.
Josephine Thompson replied, "No need, you’d better send me the address and I’ll go fetch it."
Nathaniel Gallagher: "...Or shall I have it delivered to The Antiquarian Market for you?"
Josephine pondered for a few seconds, then agreed, "Hmm, that works too."
"Alright, just deliver the car and leave the keys at the front desk."
"Okay."
"That’s it then." Josephine said, preparing to hang up.
Nathaniel rushed to speak, "Josephine, is there nothing you want to tell me?"
"..." Josephine paused briefly.
Nathaniel: "I’m sorry, I know I’ve caused you a lot of pain. Whatever you want in the divorce, just say it."
Josephine furrowed her brows, replying indifferently, "Nothing, just let it be!"
With that, she hung up the phone.
Anyway, she had made up her mind to take the fall.
No matter what he compensates, she couldn’t care less.
She just wanted to resolve things quickly, to move on without further pursuit.
She didn’t want to hate him either.
Because hatred stems from love.
Now, she didn’t want to admit she ever loved him, thus he didn’t deserve her hate.
...
In the afternoon.
Nathaniel Gallagher personally delivered her white Cayenne.
"I want to hand the car keys to Josephine myself."
Ruby stopped him, "President Gallagher, President Shaw said it’s fine to leave the car keys at the front desk."
"President Shaw is busy right now and doesn’t want to see anyone."
Nathaniel heard this, his heart still ached for a moment, "Alright then!"
Understanding her reluctance to see him, he could only hand the keys over to Ruby.
Later on.
Ruby went to the office, handing the car keys to Josephine Thompson, "President Shaw, President Gallagher just delivered the car, here are the keys."
"Alright, just leave them there."
"Okay, I’ll head out then."
After Ruby left.
Josephine Thompson buried herself in the restoration work.
She kept busy until seven in the evening.
She finally completed today’s tasks, feeling dizzy and exhausted.
"Beep beep beep..."
Master Thompson called her.
"Hello, Grandpa."
Master Thompson spoke with concern, "Josephine, what have you been busy with these days, not coming home?"
"Grandpa, I’ve been busy with restoration work."
"You shouldn’t overwork yourself. Come home for dinner tonight, Grandpa made soup for you!"
Josephine: "Grandpa..."
"Grandpa misses you, come back soon!"
Josephine pondered for a few seconds, then agreed, "Alright, I’ll head back now."
"Good, Grandpa is waiting to have dinner with you."
"Okay."
After hanging up.
Josephine Thompson tidied up briefly, preparing to head back to the estate for dinner with Grandpa.
Once ready, she casually picked up the car keys and went downstairs.
At the parking lot.
She opened the car door and got in directly.
This white Cayenne.
Was a birthday gift from Grandpa when she turned 18, also her first car.
She was accustomed to driving this car regularly.
"Vroom vroom..."
The engine roared as she pressed the gas pedal, driving out of the parking spot.
The car was fixed and still drove smoothly.
About ten minutes later.
Josephine drove onto the highway.
The Thompson Estate is a hilltop villa, far from the city.
About fifty kilometers away from The Antiquarian Market.
She would take about half an hour on the highway.
Once on the highway.
She drove as usual.
Driving on the road, a car ahead suddenly sped.
"Ah--" Josephine instinctively stepped on the brake.
However...
The speed didn’t decrease.
Her heart panicked, and she hurriedly pressed the brake several more times.
Unfortunately.
The speed of the car did not decrease, and it even sped up.
Seeing that she was about to crash into the car in front, she broke out in a cold sweat and immediately swerved the steering wheel, speeding past from the left.
"Ah..."
The driver being overtaken was also startled and cursed loudly, "Damn lunatic! Are you driving that fast to die sooner? Damn, you scared the hell out of me!"
Josephine’s car speed was getting faster and faster.
She glanced at the speedometer, which was already soaring to 120 mph!
Cold sweat dripped down Josephine’s forehead.
She clutched the steering wheel tightly, constantly trying emergency braking measures.
Unfortunately.
All the deceleration measures were used, yet the car was still racing forward.
Vroom!
"Damn, the car’s brakes have failed."
The whistling wind and the roaring engine mixed in her ears as the numbers on the dashboard kept climbing.
Her heart felt like it was going to pound out of her chest.
At the same time, she realized that someone had tampered with the car.
The car was personally delivered by Nathaniel Gallagher.
Obviously, he wanted her dead.
"Ugh, Nathaniel... your heart is so cruel!"
The mountain road had more and more bends, and not far ahead was a sharp turn.
Josephine gritted her teeth and tried to downshift to slow down. The engine let out a piercing roar, but the speed didn’t drop at all.
Cold sweat soaked her back.
She glanced at the time, it was already 7:30!
It was about to be the rush hour!
She dared not imagine what kind of major accident such high speed could cause!
The bottom of her heart was sinking, and tears uncontrollably streamed down.
Even now, she never thought of destroying Nathaniel.
Yet he still wanted her life.
After all, they weren’t divorced yet. If she died, he and Henry Gallagher would still be the first in line to inherit her estate.
"Whoosh--"
The speed had surged to 130 mph, and there were more cars ahead.
She glanced at the fuel gauge, which showed it was full.
According to this car’s fuel consumption, it would take at least eight hours of driving to burn off all the fuel.
"Ha! He even thought of that."
Josephine’s heart ached, and tears fell uncontrollably.
She wanted to call her grandfather, to leave some final words.
But just thinking of her grandfather waiting eagerly for her return, she couldn’t bring herself to tell him this devastating news.
"Forget it, I shouldn’t involve others..."
She glanced outside the car.
Right now, she was on the Ring Expressway, and soon she would be on The Azuregate Bridge.
Rather than crashing into innocent pedestrians, she would rather die alone, not involving innocent people.
She held back her tears, intending to crash the car into the bridge railing.
Just as she was about to turn the steering wheel.
"Ring ring ring..."
The phone rang again.
She looked at the caller ID, it was a familiar yet unfamiliar number.
It was Julian Grant calling.
She initially didn’t want to answer, but still pressed the Bluetooth answer button.
As soon as the call connected, Julian Grant’s delighted voice came through, "Hello..."
"Hello!"
Julian sounded very excited, "Haha~ I didn’t expect you to answer the phone. What are you doing, Josephine?"
"..." Josephine choked up and couldn’t say a word.
Now, awaiting her was the road to hell.
Her husband had personally sent her on this path.
Julian sensed something was wrong and asked with concern, "Josephine, what’s wrong? Why aren’t you speaking?"
"Haha, I just wanted to call you, to hear your voice."
Josephine’s heart jolted, and she instinctively replied, "...Julian Grant, I’m on the highway right now!"
"Oh, well, be careful driving!"
"My brakes have failed."
Vroom!
Julian’s mind exploded, and cold chills ran down his back.
"Julian Grant, could you please... tell my grandfather that I had to urgently go abroad on a business trip, and might be gone for a long time..." Josephine wiped her tears, her vision gradually blurring.
The one she couldn’t bear to leave the most was her grandfather.
If her grandfather knew she had died, he wouldn’t be able to handle the blow.
Julian paused for three seconds, then said in a deliberately relaxed tone, "Don’t panic, don’t be afraid, for now, keep control of the steering wheel."
"I’ll figure something out right away, trust me—I won’t let anything happen to you."
"..." Josephine hesitated for a moment and then instinctively gripped the steering wheel tighter.
Julian comforted Josephine while promptly getting up to call the traffic police, informing them of her situation.
Upon receiving the emergency call, the traffic police treated it with high importance, immediately launching a rescue operation.
The control center tracked Josephine’s car and notified nearby traffic police to manage the traffic flow.
"Josephine, head towards The Caldwen-Audenburg Bridge, it’s a newly built highway with little traffic."
"The traffic police have already restricted traffic and are on their way to rescue you. Don’t worry, there won’t be any obstacles along the way. With your driving skills, just keep driving as you normally would."
"Give me one hour, you need to hold on for one more hour."
"...Alright!" Josephine steadied herself, immediately turned on the car’s emergency flashers, and made every effort to adjust her tense emotions, focusing her full attention on the road ahead.
"Honk honk!"
She honked the horn several times, and a few cars ahead instinctively moved aside.
"Zoom zoom--"
She thrillingly sped past several cars in succession, and finally, the road ahead opened up a bit, reducing the traffic flow.
Julian was even more nervous than Josephine at this moment, but he dared not show it.
While calming her with a cheerful tone, he simultaneously instructed his subordinates to arrange for rescue operations: "Immediately dispatch a helicopter medical team and ambulance to follow that car."
"Understood, Master Grant."
"Also, mobilize all available rescue teams in Caldwen right now, and have every construction site’s trucks loaded with sand head to Azureport Expressway, laying a 500-meter deceleration strip."
