Her Marriage: The Night is Still Young-Chapter 97: Since She Doesn’t Love Him, Why Can’t He Let Her Go?
On the other side.
When Nathaniel Gallagher returned to the examination room, his aura was chillingly intense with a mix of extreme jealousy and anger.
Good!
Very good!
She actually dared to toy with him like this, treating him like a fool.
He would let her know the consequences of mocking him.
Vivian Shaw saw Nathaniel Gallagher come back and quickly ran over, "Brother, you’re back? Auntie is coming out soon..."
As she got closer.
She immediately noticed Nathaniel Gallagher’s hand covered in blood, his face and neck also stained red.
Vivian Shaw was terribly frightened, overwhelmed with distress, "Brother, what happened to you? Why is there so much blood on you?"
Nathaniel Gallagher furrowed his brow, "It’s nothing, don’t make a fuss."
Vivian Shaw’s nose tingled with the urge to cry, and she immediately burst into tears, "But why is there so much blood on your hand and face, brother?"
"It must hurt, right? Oh my God, what should we do? Quick, let the doctor take a look at you!"
Nathaniel Gallagher was irritated, "Be quiet, don’t bother me."
"Brother, I just feel so heartbroken seeing you hurt. Sob, who hurt you like this?"
Nathaniel Gallagher was even more annoyed by her crying and had no patience to comfort a little girl, "Can’t you understand what I’m saying?"
Vivian Shaw choked back her sobs in fright and looked at him with teary eyes.
Nathaniel Gallagher walked straight towards the restroom.
Arriving at the restroom.
He turned on the tap and washed the blood off his face and hands with cold water. At the same time, he bent his head under the cold faucet and rinsed for two to three minutes.
The ice-cold water felt like an electric current coursing through his nervous system.
He was not only ruthless to others.
Sometimes he was harsher to himself, to the point of self-abuse.
The wound on his hand continued to bleed profusely, yet he let the cold water flow over it.
Ten minutes later.
He shook the droplets of water from his hair, pulled out dozens of paper towels, and casually wiped the water off his head and face.
Looking at his haggard yet fierce self in the mirror.
Nathaniel Gallagher viciously punched his image in the mirror.
"Crack..."
The mirror shattered like a spider web.
His knuckle instantly spurted blood again.
"Nathaniel Gallagher, when did you become so laughably childish?"
Reflecting on the past few days, how he had incessantly awaited messages from her.
How joyful and foolish he had looked receiving her messages.
Just thinking about it made him extremely irate.
The most infuriating part was actually believing that she missed him and wanted to see him ’naked’.
And he...
Sickly stripped and seriously took pictures to send to her.
Just the thought made him feel nauseated and furious.
"Josephine, how dare you? Just you wait..."
...
Examination department.
After Eleanor Churchill completed all her examinations, a nurse wheeled her out.
Seeing this, Vivian Shaw immediately ran to her while crying, "Auntie, you finally came out. Something bad happened, brother got into a fight and was injured."
Eleanor Churchill instantly looked worried, "Did Nathaniel get into a fight? Who did he fight with?"
Vivian Shaw choked back a sob, deliberately fueling the fire, "I just asked Andy, and Andy said brother just went to see that wretched Josephine Thompson. That damn woman found some help and injured brother."
"What?" Eleanor Churchill’s brow furrowed, a surge of anger rushing to her head.
Vivian Shaw looked indignant, "Auntie, that damn Josephine Thompson, she’s already divorced brother yet still deliberately tries to seduce him."
"Don’t be fooled by her quiet demeanor; she knows plenty of tricks to seduce men."
"Over time, who can say brother’s heart won’t be swayed by her again. Auntie, you must not let her get away; you must teach her a lesson."
Upon hearing this, Eleanor Churchill took a deep breath, her expression cold and unreadable, then gradually exhaled it back into her abdomen.
She cast a cold, inconsistent glance at Vivian Shaw.
Vivian Shaw was startled by her gaze, nervously saying, "Auntie, I... I only mean it for your good, why are you looking at me like that?"
Vivian’s small ploys to make things worse would never escape Eleanor Churchill’s discerning eyes.
But...
Even without Vivian Shaw stirring the pot, she would never let Josephine Thompson off the hook either.
Subsequently.
Eleanor Churchill sneered, "Vivian, do you also like Nathaniel?"
Vivian Shaw’s intentions were laid bare, her gaze darting around in panic, "Ah? I... I don’t... I don’t really!"
Eleanor Churchill laughed sardonically, "Heh, you don’t need to fool your aunt; it’s not as if I can’t see your intentions."
"Auntie, I... How could I dare to like brother? I wouldn’t dare compete with you for him; I... I truly..."
Eleanor Churchill scoffed lightly, "If you like him, just admit it, why hesitate?"
"Auntie’s getting older, now in this state, laden with illnesses. Honestly, I don’t even know how much longer I can stay with Nathaniel."
"Auntie, please don’t say things like that!"
Eleanor took her hand with earnestness and said, "I’m being serious. I know my current condition well."
"At Nathaniel’s age, it is when a man is at his most charming. He treats me well now out of the feelings we had in the past. But in time, he will inevitably seek other women."
Vivian Shaw listened with a face full of astonishment, "...Aunt, what do you mean by that?"
Eleanor smiled slyly, half jokingly and half seriously, "Rather than waiting for him to find someone else, I might as well help him find someone familiar."
"I am, after all, getting old, and there are things I can no longer manage. I’m also much older than Nathaniel and in poor health, so I’m sure I will die before him. When that happens, the only thing I will still worry about is Henny."
"And you love Henny so much, and he likes you so much. So, I want to entrust both him and his father to you."
Vivian Shaw listened, almost unable to believe her ears, "...Ah? Aunt, you must be joking. How can that be? Besides, my brother would never agree..."
Eleanor motioned her to keep silent, "Shh~, don’t speak so loudly. I’m confiding my feelings to you sincerely, don’t let others hear."
Vivian Shaw blinked, her heart pounding chaotically, "Aunt, do you... really mean this?"
If her aunt really thought this.
She would be extremely grateful, not caring at all about the titles.
Eleanor smiled at her, "Why would I lie to you?"
"Only, you know, your brother still hasn’t gotten over Miss Thompson in his heart! And I, even though willing, am not able to do much."
"And you, so smart and young, can totally use your intelligence. Understand?"
Vivian Shaw, upon hearing, immediately understood, "Aunt, don’t worry. With me here, I won’t let Josephine Thompson have an easy time."
"Aunt doesn’t mean that, Aunt means for you to hold onto Nathaniel’s heart..."
Vivian Shaw interrupted her, "Aunt, you don’t need to say anything, I understand."
Eleanor listened and smiled with relief, "That’s good, then Aunt can feel at ease."
How could Vivian Shaw’s little cleverness ever outdo Eleanor, an old fox seasoned by experience?
Eleanor only needed a slight maneuver to cajole Vivian Shaw into her scheme.
Someone as shrewd and cunning as her would never get her own hands dirty dealing with Josephine Thompson.
Because if Nathaniel found out, she wouldn’t have a good time either.
Now, it’s better.
With a free gun right in front of her, why not use it?
If something happened to Josephine Thompson, it’d all be blamed on Vivian Shaw.
The two were speaking.
Nathaniel Gallagher came out of the bathroom.
He was all wet, with an ominous, gloomy expression as he walked over.
"Aunt, Brother is here."
Eleanor composed herself, looking at him with concern, "Nathaniel, why are you all wet? I heard from Vivian that you’re injured, is it serious?"
Nathaniel slightly frowned, "It’s nothing, just a minor scuffle earlier. Just a small wound, nothing serious."
"How about you? Have you done all the tests? What did the doctor say?"
Eleanor looked at the wound on his hand with distress, "Don’t worry about me now, just take care of your wound first. It’s already inflamed and infected, which can be troublesome."
"And, on such a cold day, why did you get yourself all wet? Have the assistant bring a dry change of clothes, change first, then we’ll talk."
"Really, don’t worry about me, I’m fine..."
Eleanor said anxiously, "Won’t you just listen? Don’t make me worry."
"..." Nathaniel frowned with frustration, staying silent.
"Vivian, go call the doctor and let the bodyguard bring a set of clean clothes."
"Okay, I’ll go right away." Vivian Shaw said, running off hurriedly.
"Eleanor, I’m sorry, I..."
Eleanor gave him a gentle smile, understandingly saying, "Nathaniel, you don’t need to say anything, I understand."
"After all, you were married to Miss Thompson for four years. It’s normal to not forget her immediately."
Nathaniel listened, feeling all the more guilty and uncomfortable in his heart, he instinctively reached out to embrace her, "I’m sorry for wronging you!"
Eleanor smiled warmly, returning his embrace, comforting him like she did as a sister, "Don’t say that, I understand. You’ve done this much for me, it’s enough, I’m truly content."
"As long as you’re happy, I am too. If you’re sad, I’m even sadder than you. You know, in my heart, you’re more important than myself."
"..." Nathaniel listened, looking at her with guilt and sympathy.
Indeed.
In this world, the person who loves him most, understands him most, and accepts him most, is always her.
He really is despicable.
To be fooled by superficial beauty and emotions.
Josephine Thompson... never loved him at all.
Why does he need to long for her?
"Eleanor, I will definitely not let you down!"
Eleanor’s eyes moistened, looking at him full of emotion, "Nathaniel, with those words from you, I’m already more than satisfied."
The two embraced tightly.
Remaining each other’s most trusted and closest person.
Their feelings had long transcended love, elevated to kinship.
Moments later.
The doctor came hurriedly.
After giving Nathaniel a quick examination, promptly treated his wound.
"This wound cannot get wet until the stitches are removed."
"Okay."
"Doctor, how about my wife’s leg? Can it be treated?"
