Her Marriage: The Night is Still Young-Chapter 189: This Is Your Prison

For a long moment.

Nathaniel Gallagher’s face turned dark, and he let out a cold, sharp smile, "Don’t even think about it."

"I’ve told you, alive or dead, you belong to me."

"This is your cage, and I’ll keep you imprisoned here for life."

Josephine Thompson’s heart ached with a dull pain as she struggled to get up. "Cough cough, Nathaniel Gallagher, you’re so cunning, you’re so ruthless. I truly regret..."

Nathaniel Gallagher’s smile grew even more sinister and perverse, "Yes, that’s right, this is who I truly am."

"Regret now? Too late!"

After speaking.

He reached out and pushed her back into place.

Swooping down, he captured her lips fiercely in a passionate kiss.

"Mm..." Josephine’s breath was cut off, and she feebly bit him.

Nathaniel Gallagher lifted his gaze, maliciousness swirling in his eyes, "Don’t move, otherwise, it’ll only be uncomfortable for you."

Josephine’s eyes surged with hatred, she gritted her teeth, "Let me go, let me go..."

Nathaniel Gallagher sneered, his handsome face looking like a deathly demon, "Lie down obediently."

"If you behave obediently, then your grandfather will have good days ahead. Otherwise, hehe..."

Boom!

Josephine’s mind exploded, she clung to his pajamas tightly, "What did you do to my grandfather?"

"Want to know?"

"Tell me quickly, what happened to my grandfather?"

Nathaniel Gallagher allowed her to clutch his pajamas, raising his eyes sinisterly, "Then behave properly, if you do well, I’ll tell you."

Josephine’s heart tightened, a surge went straight to her throat, "Pah! Nathaniel Gallagher, I curse you to die miserably!"

After cursing.

Her heart throbbed with dull pain, the sweet metallic taste in her throat grew stronger.

"Good, curse me! The more you curse me, the happier I feel."

Josephine lost control of her emotions, mustering all her strength to leap at him, "Ugh, Nathaniel Gallagher, I’ll kill you, I will kill you!"

Nathaniel Gallagher retreated two steps, then pushed her back onto the bed.

"Inject her with a sedative, so she can rest well."

"Yes, President Gallagher!"

After ordering, Nathaniel Gallagher stormed out with long strides!

Immediately afterward.

The doctor and nurses stepped forward.

"No... you step aside, don’t touch me!

Four nurses firmly pinned her down on the bed!

The private doctor directly administered the medication, injecting her intravenously.

As the medication was injected.

Just seconds later.

Josephine’s vision went dark, and she completely lost consciousness.

...

Caldwen.

"Beep beep beep..."

"Hello, the number you dialed is currently unavailable, please try again later..."

"Josephine, why aren’t you picking up the phone? Did something happen?"

Julian Grant was restless, dialing Josephine Thompson’s phone repeatedly.

Unfortunately, the call never went through.

He also kept trying to contact Jimmy and others.

The outcome was still no contact.

Ever since Josephine Thompson boarded the plane, she was completely out of touch.

Julian Grant was burning with anxiety, feeling unsettled: "Something must have happened to Josephine."

"I must hurry to Zarathos to find her."

Mrs. Grant saw this and immediately instructed the housekeeper and others to stop him, "Julian, where are you going?"

"Your grandmother just had surgery, she hasn’t come out of the operating room yet, how can you leave now?"

Julian Grant looked distressed: "Mom, I have very important matters to attend to. Grandma’s surgery went very well, staying here is pointless."

Mrs. Grant’s face darkened, she spoke angrily, "That’s still not acceptable, you hardly stay at home every day, always running wild outside. Are you planning to meet that vixen again?"

"You must be crazy to be infatuated by a divorced woman."

"What’s so good about Josephine Thompson? Why are you so enamored with her? Leaving such a good girl like Evelyn for a woman who’s been married and has kids?"

"Mom, can you stop meddling in my affairs," Julian Grant’s voice carried suppressed anger, his chest heaving.

He knew his mother’s prejudice against Josephine Thompson was deeply entrenched.

But at this moment, he was worried to the point of chaos, lacking patience to deal with such harsh accusations.

"She’s not a vixen, nor some promiscuous woman! Mom, Josephine might be in danger now, I must find her!"

"Danger? What kind of danger could there be?"

Mrs. Grant sneered, blocking the doorway without moving, "I think you’ve lost your mind! Is a woman who abandoned her husband and child worth this desperation? Let me tell you Julian Grant, if you dare step out of this hospital today, don’t acknowledge me as your mother!"

"Mom!" Julian Grant’s eyes reddened.

"Now is not the time to argue! There are doctors and nurses watching over grandma, nothing will happen. But Josephine..."

Before he finished speaking.

The operating room light suddenly went out.

A nurse wheeled out a hospital bed.

Julian Grant instantly fell silent, all his anxiety replaced by worry, he rushed forward: "Doctor, how is my grandmother?"

"The surgery was successful, but she’s elderly, she’ll need to be observed in ICU for 48 hours."

The doctor removed his mask, speaking steadily, "The family needs to be prepared, there could be sudden developments during this time."

Upon hearing, Julian Grant’s heart sank again.

Mrs. Grant immediately seized the opportunity, grabbed his arm: "You hear that? Your grandma’s still in a critical period! If you leave now and something happens to her, you’ll never be at ease in your life!"

Julian Grant stood frozen in place, burning with anxiety.

On one side was his grandmother, whose life hung in the balance. On the other side was Josephine Thompson, missing and possibly in danger.

Two sides felt like invisible forces tearing him to the brink of suffocation.

His phone still burned in his pocket.

The unreachable number felt like a thorn, piercing his chest painfully.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, only the resolve after a struggle remained.

"I’ll watch over at the ICU first." He spoke in a hoarse voice, a hint of trembling in his tone, "Once grandma’s condition stabilizes, I’ll contact friends in Zarathos, asking them to help find Josephine."

Mrs. Grant listened and relaxed, yet her expression remained sour: "That’s more like it. Remember, The Grant Family’s reputation cannot be tarnished by a divorced woman."

Julian Grant didn’t argue, he simply turned and headed toward the ICU.

Mrs. Grant relaxed her guard and followed him to the ICU room.

"Mom, please keep an eye on grandma, I need to use the restroom."

"Didn’t you just go?"

"I need to go again now."

Mrs. Grant’s face darkened, looking at the guards nearby, "You two follow Julian, don’t let him leave the hospital."

"Understood."

Julian Grant swallowed heavily, sullenly walking in the direction of the restroom.

He needed an excuse to slip out of the hospital.

Grandma’s surgery was complete and the doctor said it went well.

At present, there shouldn’t be any major issues.

Therefore, he needed to hurry to Zarathos to find Josephine Thompson.

"Young master, you can’t leave..."

"Bang bang—"

Julian Grant swiftly delivered two chops to the guards’ necks.

The two were suddenly dizzy, losing consciousness.

He dared not delay, quickly exiting the restroom, and hurriedly left the hospital.