Her Marriage: The Night is Still Young-Chapter 208: Then She’ll Grant His Wish

Mrs. Grant listened to Evelyn Thorne’s words, her finger jabbing heavily towards Josephine Thompson’s nose, her tone sharp: "Did you hear? Evelyn is the future daughter-in-law of the Grant Family!"

"You, a divorced woman with a child, what right do you have to cling to my son? I see you’re just after our Grant family’s money, trying to leech off us!"

"I’m telling you, don’t dream. Our Grant Family would never let a divorced woman in the door."

Josephine Thompson’s face darkened, unable to respond.

She never had any intention of leeching off the powerful.

The Thornton Family may not be the top-notch nobility, but they are leaders in their industry, and her ex-husband was the richest magnate in Audenburg.

To say she coveted wealth and power is truly insulting her integrity.

"Auntie Grant, I don’t want to explain much. I’ll say just one thing, please rest assured. I will not become your family’s daughter-in-law, nor will I be with your son."

After saying this, she turned to leave.

Evelyn Thorne snorted coldly, arrogantly blocking her way, "Stop, words alone prove nothing, who knows if you’re playing some trick?"

Josephine Thompson frowned, looking at Evelyn Thorne with a complex gaze.

A few months ago.

Evelyn Thorne was still calling her sister, trying to get close, saying she wanted to be lifelong friends.

And now, in just a few days, she turns against her?

"What do you mean?"

Evelyn Thorne stepped forward, eyes full of hostility, "Hmph~, a divorced woman, yet still easily gets into bed with her ex-husband! Who would believe you?"

"..." Josephine Thompson’s heart exploded, the last shred of friendship in her eyes turning to ashes.

Evelyn Thorne crossed her arms, mocking, "If I’m not mistaken, didn’t you just sleep with your ex-husband last week? And now, you’re here to seduce my fiancé, hmph~, I thought of you as a good sister, yet you stab me in the back like this?"

Her words were like a thorn in Mrs. Grant’s heart.

Her face turned darker, her tone even more sinister, "I knew you had bad intentions! Hurry and get out of Celestial Crest Manor, stop pestering my son!" 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

"A woman like you, even just stepping into my house would taint the family’s luck. Butler, throw her out immediately. Then clean Celestial Crest Manor inside and out with disinfectant and pomelo leaf water."

The butler hesitated, "... Uh, madam, uh..."

Josephine Thompson felt a dull ache in her heart, and after a few moments of silence, suddenly let out a mocking laugh, "Mrs. Grant, even if you didn’t chase me out, I wouldn’t have stayed."

With those words.

She turned to leave again.

Julian Grant’s heart wrenched, grabbing her arm suddenly, "Josephine, wait! If you’re leaving, I’ll go with you."

"Let go." Josephine Thompson shook him off with force, just wanting to quickly leave this place of trouble.

Julian Grant’s eyes were cold enough to freeze, he shouted at Mrs. Grant and Evelyn Thorne, "Enough! Mom, don’t listen to Evelyn’s provocation! I won’t allow anyone to harm Josephine."

"Evelyn Thorne, if you keep talking nonsense, don’t blame me for being rude!"

Evelyn Thorne wasn’t afraid at all, her eyes welled up in grievance, she clung to Mrs. Grant’s arm, "Auntie Grant, see, Julian’s even scolding me for her... I’m just worried he’s being deceived, after all, Miss Thompson could leave her own child behind, she left after giving birth, how could she truly care about Julian now?"

Mrs. Grant’s anger was thoroughly ignited, she pointed at Josephine Thompson’s nose, scolding more fiercely, "A woman like you, who lacks maternal instinct, is simply unfit to be human!"

"Butler, what are you waiting for? Quickly chase her out?"

Julian Grant was completely furious, "I’ll see who dares to chase her out!"

"Mom, if you don’t want to lose me as a son, then don’t stop me from being with Josephine. Otherwise, just think of me as no longer your son!"

Julian Grant’s words were like a thunderclap in the living room, Mrs. Grant stood frozen, her face turning from livid to pale, her finger trembling as she pointed at him, "You... what are you saying? For this woman, you want to sever our mother-son bond?"

Evelyn Thorne was also in a panic, she hadn’t expected Julian Grant to go this far, she hurriedly tried to support, "Auntie Grant, please don’t be mad, Julian’s just been bewitched by her! Think about it, Josephine Thompson could leave her own child behind, and now she’s playing with your son, she’s clearly using Julian!"

Josephine Thompson looked at Julian Grant’s tense profile, her heart both sour and bitter.

She didn’t want him to turn against his mother because of her.

She reached out to tug Julian Grant’s coat, softly saying, "Julian, don’t. I’ll just go on my own."

"No way!" Julian Grant gripped her hand tightly, his eyes unyielding, "I said, no one can wrong you. Mom, today, I’m saying it here, Josephine is the one I want to protect, if you can’t accept her, then I’ll have to leave with her."

Mrs. Grant was so angry her chest heaved, on the verge of tears, "You are really trying to anger me to death! The Grant family raised you this big, and now for a divorced woman, you are willing to forsake your own mother? What’s so good about her? She abandoned her husband and child, fickle and untrustworthy, what exactly do you see in her?"

"Auntie Grant, please don’t take it too far! You don’t have to like me, but please don’t slander my character."

Evelyn Thorne immediately chimed in, deliberately stressing her voice, "Character? Ha ha~, isn’t what we’re saying true?"

"Shut up!" Julian Grant swung his head towards Evelyn Thorne, his tone a stark warning, "Josephine’s past is not for you to judge!"

"If you don’t want trouble, get out right now."

Evelyn Thorne was startled by his imposing manner, yet she still hid behind Mrs. Grant with a defiant face, "Auntie Grant, see, he’s threatening me for her... I only do this for your own good, for the Grant Family!"

Mrs. Grant took a deep breath, pointing towards the door, said to Julian Grant, "If you dare leave with her today, then never set foot in the Grant Family’s doors again! I’ll think of you as a son I never bore!"

Julian Grant looked at his mother’s resolute expression, his heart ached, but he didn’t release Josephine Thompson’s hand.

He turned towards Josephine Thompson, his gaze full of tenderness, "Josephine, don’t be afraid, I’m here."

Josephine Thompson looked at him, her eyes suddenly turned red.

How could she, what right did she have, to make him go this far?

But she couldn’t be so selfish, couldn’t let him lose his family because of her.

She forcefully pulled her hand away, stepping back, "Julian Grant, don’t be foolish. Your mom is right, we were never meant to be. You stay, I’ll leave on my own."

With those words, she stopped looking at anyone else.

Took up the luggage she had already packed, and walked towards the door without looking back.

Julian Grant wanted to chase after her, but Mrs. Grant held him back fiercely, "Try stepping out that door!"

Evelyn Thorne watched Josephine Thompson’s disappearing silhouette, a smug smile crept onto her lips, yet she pretended to look worried, "Julian, don’t chase her, since Miss Thompson wants to leave, let her go, lest you ruin your relationship with Auntie Grant..."

"Smack—" A crisp sound.

Julian Grant slapped Evelyn Thorne hard across the face.

"Ah!" Evelyn Thorne shrieked, her heels staggered back, almost falling to the ground.

"Julian Grant, you dare hit me?"

"Smack—" Another crisp sound.

Julian Grant used all his strength, sending her spinning to the ground.

"Evelyn Thorne, I’ve put up with you long enough. Continue to stir up trouble, it won’t just be a slap in the face."

Evelyn Thorne fell onto the cold floor, half her face stinging, her hair messily covering her hideous expression.

She clutched her face, looking up, eyes full of disbelief and hatred, "Julian Grant! You actually hit me for that woman? I’m the eldest daughter of the Thorne family, aren’t you afraid my father will settle accounts with you?"

Mrs. Grant was stunned.

After realizing, she quickly rushed over to help Evelyn Thorne up, then turned back and harshly scolded Julian Grant, "You’ve gone mad! Julian you’re completely mad! Is Evelyn someone you can just hit? You’re pushing the Grant Family against the Thorne Family!"

Julian Grant didn’t look at them; his eyes were fixed on the direction where Josephine Thompson had disappeared, his fists clenched tight.

His mother didn’t know what kind of person Evelyn Thorne was.

But he was all too clear.

A woman who would casually jump into bed with a man.

Marry her?

Only if he was crazy.

"Mom, I don’t want to say anything more."

Julian Grant’s voice was as cold as ice, with not a trace of warmth, "You’re the ones who pushed me first. If anything happens to Josephine, I will never forgive you in this life, nor will I acknowledge this family."

With that, he pushed past Mrs. Grant in front of him and strode toward the door.

Mrs. Grant staggered back two steps, trembling with anger, pointing at his back and crying out: "You come back! Julian Grant, you come back! If you leave, don’t ever come back to this family!"

Evelyn Thorne covered her red and swollen face.

Watching Julian Grant’s unwavering back, her nails dug deeply into her palms.

She had intended to use Mrs. Grant to drive Josephine Thompson away, but instead, Julian Grant slapped her in front of everyone, completely tearing his face away from her.

"Auntie Grant, look at him... he doesn’t see you or the Grant Family at all!" Evelyn Thorne gritted her teeth, her voice tinged with tears, "Josephine Thompson is a calamity; if she doesn’t go, she will turn the Grant Family upside down sooner or later!"

Mrs. Grant sat on the sofa, her chest heaving violently, tears rolling down the corners of her eyes.

She couldn’t understand how the son she had raised with care could turn against his own mother for a "second-marriage woman" and even hit the rightful daughter of the Thornton Family.

If this got out, the Grant Family’s reputation would be completely ruined.

"No, I can’t let this go." Mrs. Grant suddenly wiped her tears, her gaze turning firm, "Evelyn, don’t worry, Auntie will definitely get justice for you. Josephine Thompson wants to steal your fiancé, wants to destroy Julian; I absolutely can’t let her succeed!"

A hint of calculation and triumph flashed in Evelyn Thorne’s eyes.

Hmph.

Julian Grant dared to provoke her beloved Mr. Gallagher.

Then she would stir things up so he would never have peace.

She couldn’t have what she wanted.

He shouldn’t think of having a comfortable life either.

...

Meanwhile.

Josephine Thompson, carrying her luggage, kept walking toward the main gate.

Unfortunately.

Celestial Crest Manor was too large.

Without a car, relying solely on walking.

It would take her at least half an hour to walk to the gate at the foot of the mountain.

The autumn wind swept through the sycamore leaves of the manor, sweeping a few broken shadows onto Josephine Thompson’s shoulders.

The wheels of the suitcase rolled over the stone path, emitting a faint "gurgle" sound, especially clear in the quiet manor.

She walked for ten minutes.

A thin layer of sweat beaded her forehead. She glanced back at the road ahead, extending endlessly.

"Forget it, just hang in there a bit longer."

Even if she called her assistant to send a car to pick her up, the car couldn’t drive up here; she had to walk down herself.

Walk out of the Grant Family’s estate.

Another two or three minutes.

Suddenly, rapid footsteps sounded from behind, accompanied by Julian Grant’s breathless shout: "Josephine! Wait for me!"

Josephine Thompson’s steps paused.

But she didn’t turn back, only tightened her grip on the suitcase handle and walked faster.

Julian Grant caught up, grabbing her arm, the warmth of his palm seeping through the fabric, urgent: "Why aren’t you waiting for me? Do you know how far it is from here to the foot of the mountain? It’s too dangerous for you to walk alone!"

Josephine Thompson tried hard to shake off his hand, her tone deliberately cold: "Julian Grant, go back, don’t make your mom angry again. We shouldn’t have so many entanglements in the first place."

"Shouldn’t have entanglements?" Julian Grant only gripped tighter, his eyes full of grievance and determination, "I don’t care what my mom says, I only know, I can’t let you walk alone. If you want to return to the archaeology team, I’ll go with you. If you want to investigate your parents’ matters, I’ll help you, but don’t think about pushing me away."

He reached out, gently brushing off the leaves caught in her hair, his voice softening a bit: "Don’t take to heart what my mom said earlier. She was just misled by Evelyn Thorne temporarily, I’ll explain it clearly to her."

Josephine Thompson looked at the earnestness in his eyes and felt a sting in her nose, but still hardened her heart: "Explain what? Explain that I didn’t cling to the Grant Family? Or that I’m not promiscuous?"

"Julian Grant, we’re really not suitable. You’ve already helped me too much; I don’t want to cause you more trouble..."

"You’re never trouble!" Julian Grant interrupted her, pulling car keys out of his pocket, waving them.

"I’ve already had the driver bring the car over, just up ahead. If you’re determined to leave, I’ll go with you to the archaeology team. Once you’re settled, I’ll come back to deal with family matters."

He took hold of her suitcase, leading the way ahead: "Don’t be stubborn with me, carrying such a heavy suitcase, how long will it take you to walk down the mountain? What if you encounter danger?"

Josephine Thompson watched his upright figure, her steps unconsciously following him.

She knew she couldn’t refuse.

Julian Grant had already done so much for her, too much that she couldn’t repay.

"Let’s stay in a hotel for the night first."

"Tomorrow we’ll check with the archaeology team on the situation, prepare a bit, and I’ll take you over first."

"..." Josephine Thompson silently listened, not responding.

Julian Grant had always been devoted to her.

Maybe... just because he had never truly had her.

Over time, it became an obsession.

A white moonlight... that’s how it’s formed.

Since he liked her so much.

Then she might as well let him ’get what he wished for’.

What you can never have, you’ll always long for.

Might as well let him experience it, and naturally, the obsession will break.

"What’s wrong? Why aren’t you speaking?" Julian Grant watched her in silence, cautiously looking at her.

Josephine Thompson hesitated for a few seconds, then forced a stiff smile at him, "It’s nothing, didn’t you mention staying at a hotel? I was thinking, which hotel would be better?"