Her Marriage: The Night is Still Young-Chapter 72: Nathaniel Gallagher, Don’t Come Near Me...
More than ten days ago.
He was still so strong when he was with Josephine!
"Nathaniel, you’re disgusted by me!" Eleanor looked lost and sad, weakly getting off him.
"Eleanor, how could I be disgusted by you? I really... maybe... maybe I really should see a doctor, you won’t disbelieve me, right?" Nathaniel Gallagher asked her in return.
"If, if I’m really not good in this aspect anymore, would you still want to be with me?"
Upon hearing this, Eleanor looked at him incredulously, "You’re only 31, how could you not be good anymore?"
Nathaniel forced a perfunctory smile, "Men... after 25, it really... it really declines severely!"
"Were you like this also when you were with Miss Thompson?"
"..." Nathaniel’s eyes darted after hearing this.
"I... I rarely did that with her, maybe... maybe just once or twice a month."
Actually, that wasn’t true.
He needed it every night, at least two or three times.
As long as she wasn’t on her period, he wouldn’t stop.
"Is that really the case?"
"It is, I... I swear!" Nathaniel instinctively began to lie.
He was also an expert at lying, lies came easily to him!
"I’ll go to the hospital tomorrow to check on men’s health and see if there’s any problem, maybe get some medication to regulate it."
"..." Eleanor looked at him scrutinizingly, wondering if what he said was true or false?
Seeing the disbelief in her eyes.
Nathaniel sighed and turned the tables, "Eleanor, you wouldn’t be the one disgusted by me, right?"
"If I were no good in the future, would you look down on me? Would you still want to be with me?"
Upon hearing this, Eleanor seriously said, "Nathaniel, I love you. No matter how you change, I will love you till death do us part."
"That’s good. Don’t worry, I’ll definitely find the best doctor to take care of my health."
"Hungry? How about I make you some noodles?"
"Let the servants do it."
"No, I want to make it for you myself." Nathaniel said, standing up, wanting to leave the room quickly.
Now, he was somehow afraid of being alone with her.
Even though he still loved her in his heart and still thought she was the most important woman.
Why was he failing in that aspect?
"Beep beep beep..."
Just as Nathaniel was about to make the noodles, the butler called him.
"Hello."
After the call connected, the butler anxiously said, "President Gallagher, please come to the hospital quickly! Madam just fainted from anger and has been taken to the hospital."
Nathaniel felt a tightness in his chest, "What? Is it serious?"
"Madam has just been taken to the hospital. We don’t know the situation yet. It might be a heart attack, please come to the hospital quickly!"
"Okay, I understand."
After hanging up the phone.
Nathaniel was somewhat anxious, "Eleanor, my mom has been hospitalized. I must go immediately."
While speaking, he picked up his suit and car keys, ready to leave.
Eleanor looked worried, "Is it serious?"
"I don’t know yet, I’ll go there and see what’s happening."
"Should I go with you?"
"No need, I’ll call you if anything happens."
"Alright then!"
Nathaniel didn’t say more, hurriedly kissed her forehead, and turned to leave quickly.
...
Audenburg University Hospital.
Mrs. Gallagher lay on the hospital bed, looking anxious, "Has Nathaniel arrived?"
"Just called President Gallagher, he should be on his way."
"Can this really work?"
Mrs. Dixon: "It definitely will work. Can’t fake an illness? A heart attack is the easiest to fake. Madam just needs to act like she’s at death’s door, and President Gallagher will surely believe it."
Vivian Shaw: "Exactly, brother is very filial. If he knows that his godmother got a heart attack from anger, he will surely change his mind."
Mrs. Gallagher agreed, "You’re right, after all, I’m his real mother. I refuse to believe he won’t care about my life and death."
"Godmother, lie back properly, don’t slip up later."
"Okay, okay..."
"Madam, President Gallagher is here."
Mrs. Gallagher, hearing this, hurriedly lay back on the bed, closed her eyes, and pretended to be unconscious.
Mrs. Dixon and Vivian Shaw knelt by the bedside, crying bitterly, "Madam, godmother, please wake up!"
"You mustn’t have anything happen to you!"
"Clack!" A sound.
Nathaniel Gallagher pushed open the ward door heavily, rushing in anxiously, "Mom, how are you?"
Mrs. Gallagher lay there motionless with her eyes closed, hooked up to an IV, and wearing an oxygen mask.
Mrs. Dixon wiped her tears, "Young Master, you finally came. The doctor said madam suffered a severe shock, damaging her heart veins."
Vivian Shaw also cried with tearful eyes, "Brother, godmother has always been in poor health, she can’t stand any shocks."
Nathaniel, hearing this, worriedly approached the bedside and looked at her.
He saw that his mother’s face was rosy, her breathing even. Although her eyes were closed, her eyeballs were turning under the lids.
It was obvious she was conscious and listening to their conversation.
"What did the doctor say?"
"The doctor said madam had a sudden heart attack."
Nathaniel: "Call the doctor over."
"If it was a sudden heart attack, she should be in the emergency room or ICU."
"Ah? Well, the doctor already performed emergency treatment."
Soon.
The doctor hurried into the ward.
"Doctor, is my mother’s condition serious?"
The doctor didn’t dare to lie, "Uh~ Mrs. Gallagher is somewhat weak, her blood pressure is a bit high, she needs good care."
"No problems with the heart, right?"
"From what we see now, there aren’t any problems, but doing a comprehensive examination would be better."
"Hmm, then do every possible examination, don’t miss a single one."
"Okay, President Gallagher."
Mrs. Gallagher listened, secretly in distress.
She had a full health check-up just two months ago, and everything was fine.
Now having to go through another full check-up, isn’t this pure torment for her?
After the doctor left.
Nathaniel Gallagher approached the bedside, with a concerned expression, "Mom, don’t worry. No matter what illness you have, I will find the best doctors to cure you."
Mrs. Gallagher listened, unable to hold it in, suddenly opened her eyes wide, "Nathaniel, do you really not care whether your mother lives or dies?"
"Mom, didn’t I say? No matter what illness you have, I will find a doctor to treat you!"
"This is a heart disease, I can’t accept you marrying that woman. In short, if you insist on marrying her, I won’t live. I might as well jump from upstairs."
Nathaniel Gallagher frowned, "Mom, can you not be like this?"
"Can you not be like this?"
The mother and son refused to give in, arguing fiercely.
"Ma’am, President Gallagher, please don’t quarrel! Whatever the issue, communicate slowly."
"Brother, stop arguing with Godmother. Why don’t you leave first, and we’ll try to persuade Godmother."
"Mom, take care of yourself." Nathaniel Gallagher said irritably and then turned and left quickly.
"Look at him? What is this attitude? He completely disregards me, his own mother."
Mrs. Dixon: "Madam, it’s mainly because your act wasn’t convincing enough, the young master didn’t take it seriously."
"To act, you have to do it thoroughly; only when you act convincingly can it work."
"..." Mrs. Gallagher was at a loss for words, unable to speak.
She couldn’t really get seriously ill, could she?
...
Hospital corridor.
Josephine Thompson and Auntie Lena were pushing Master Thompson, coming out from the rehabilitation room.
"Today is the first day of rehabilitation training for the master, achieving this level is already great."
"As long as you keep doing it, you’ll surely recover well."
Josephine Thompson listened and thoughtfully wiped the corner of her grandfather’s mouth, "Grandpa, you must follow the doctor’s training method and do rehabilitation training on time."
"Alright..." The master sat in the wheelchair, vaguely responding.
"Let’s go, let’s take Grandpa to the ward!"
Just about to return to the ward.
In front.
Nathaniel Gallagher happened to walk over.
Both were momentarily stunned, emotions mixed.
After a while.
Josephine Thompson immediately pushed the wheelchair, trying to leave quickly.
"Josephine, is Grandpa getting better?"
Josephine Thompson replied coldly, "Thank you, my grandfather is much better."
Nathaniel Gallagher instinctively walked to the master, "Grandpa, I hope you recover soon..."
The master gave him a disdainful look, then turned his gaze to the side.
"We’re going back to the ward."
After saying that, Josephine Thompson pushed Grandpa back to the ward.
She didn’t want any more interactions with Nathaniel Gallagher.
But Audenburg was really too small, they would always run into each other.
She planned to transfer her grandpa to another hospital tomorrow.
Moving to another hospital.
"Miss, we’ll take care of the master here, you can go about your business!"
"Okay, I’ll come to see Grandpa again tomorrow."
"Alright."
Josephine Thompson stayed with Grandpa in the ward for another half hour, until it was three o’clock, then she prepared to leave.
Opening the door of the ward.
She looked outside worriedly.
Fortunately, Nathaniel Gallagher had already left.
She breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards the elevator with her car keys.
She needed to return to The Antiquarian Market to complete the final process of the bronze tripod.
Starting tomorrow, she would put all her effort into restoring the Colorful Sculpture and Plain Silk Robe.
"Ding!"
The elevator door opened.
Josephine Thompson walked in, pressed the button for the negative first floor, and called the driver and bodyguard.
"Yeah, I’m coming down to the parking lot soon, wait for me by the car."
The elevator door slowly closed.
Just when it was about to close completely.
The elevator door jolted, then slowly reopened.
Nathaniel Gallagher suddenly walked in.
"Uh~ How come it’s you?" Josephine Thompson was startled, not wanting to be alone in the elevator with him.
Nathaniel Gallagher looked down at her, his eyes filled with an inexplicable emotion, "What’s wrong? Do you really not want to see me that much?"
Josephine Thompson didn’t want to pay him any attention, immediately reaching out to press the open door button, trying to leave.
"Bang!" Nathaniel Gallagher blocked her with his arm, preventing her from leaving.
Then he directly pressed the close door button.
The elevator slowly descended.
Josephine Thompson’s heart tightened, instinctively shrinking into the corner, "What do you want?"
She was suddenly very afraid of him now.
Especially the last few times.
He kept shocking her with his malevolence and fear.
She was truly scared.
"Josephine, why are you so afraid of me?" Nathaniel Gallagher looked at her with a somber look, his tall and imposing figure closing in on her.
The confined space.
Further amplified the strong sense of oppression and danger he exuded.
"Nathaniel Gallagher, don’t come near me..."
