The Ex-husband Wants to Get Power Every Day After the Divorce-Chapter 185 - : A New Lease on Life in Desperate Situation

Chapter 185: Chapter 185: A New Lease on Life in Desperate Situation

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“You’re not going!” Amanda Leaford tightly held her hand, wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes, “You’re emotionally unstable right now. For the sake of the baby’s and your own safety, it’s better to wait a bit longer.”

“In a few days…” Molly Walker’s heart trembled as she looked at them through teary eyes, “The funeral has already happened…”

“We attended the funeral, but we were driven away by the Gallagher family. We only know that he was buried at the old Gallagher house, but we don’t know the exact location… We’ll have to find it.” Damian Thompson paused, his tone becoming somewhat somber.

To the Thompson family, Michael Gallagher was a lifesaving benefactor for their sister, but to the Gallagher family, their sister was a murderer.

Nicholas Thompson also stood up to persuade her, “Michael’s mother left you the inheritance. No one attended his deathbed, and soon after he died, the incident happened. The whole Gallagher family now considers you as an enemy. Mom and big brother are right: if you want to know where Michael is buried, it’s better to wait a while, until this storm blows over.”

Molly pressed her lips together, her eyes red and swollen.

Perhaps not just the Gallagher family, but everyone related to Michael must hate her.

Thinking about Jake Leaford’s accusation against herself, her heart clenched.

Seeing her like this, Nicholas lowered his eyelashes, hiding his thoughts.

Molly never liked him and might not listen to him.

Nicholas bit his lower lip, feeling more upset. After all, Molly was his sister, and even if his advice was harsh, he had to say it.

Molly glanced at him briefly and, amid his nervous gaze, covered her belly and slowly nodded.

“Let’s wait for a few days then.” She obediently looked at Joshua Thompson and whispered softly, “Third brother, I want to eat carrot cake and dried cured beef noodles from Riverside Road.”

Now the child in her belly was the most important, the only bloodline of Michael.

As Molly recalled her mother-in-law’s last words to her over the phone, her heart ache intensified.

She had broken her promise.

Now, the best thing she could do was to protect the baby inside her.

Hearing her take the initiative to eat, Joshua couldn’t hide his wild joy on his face: “Alright! I’ll go buy it right away, just wait for ten minutes, ten minutes!”

The other members of the Thompson family also breathed a sigh of relief. These days, Molly had no appetite and had been surviving on glucose and other nutritional injections. If she continued to starve, even if the baby was fine, she would be in danger. Now that she was asking to eat, everyone was relieved.

Molly smiled gently, “Don’t worry, for the sake of the child, I’ll live on.”

After all, her life carried the continuation of Michael’s life.

Jake Leaford was right; she must live on, no matter how much guilt she has to bear, she must live well for Michael.

Because of the incident, Amanda Leaford forced her to return to the Thompson family’s estate out of concern for her safety, and Molly didn’t refuse.

The next day after returning to the Thompson family, an uninvited guest arrived.

Isabelle Richardson sat in the large living room downstairs as if nobody else was around. Molly, wearing casual pajamas, slowly walked down the stairs.

Outside the mansion, heavy snow was falling, but since the house was heated, she wore a simple silk nightgown. Her once slender waist now seemed as if it would break at the slightest touch, and her long legs swayed seductively beneath the hem of her dress.

Most people would look like bamboo poles when they get as thin as she was now, but her figure was naturally well-proportioned. Losing weight not only made her look youthful but also more pure and beautiful.

Isabelle Richardson stood up suddenly, her eyes full of hatred and jealousy as she looked at Molly.

Michael Gallagher had been in a coma for several days, and the doctor finally declared him dead after unsuccessful attempts at resuscitation. The day she received the news, she nearly went insane, but the court summons shattered her illusions.

Molly sued her!

Several times she tried to rush into the hospital, but was blocked by the Thompson family’s bodyguards, unable to enter. The hospital had become like a private hospital for the Thompson family, yet no one raised any objections.

When she learned that Molly had returned to the Thompson family, she came to their estate as soon as possible.

“How can you still have the face to live?” The image in the news of Michael jumping in front of her caused Isabelle’s heart to ache like a knife.

Her Michael, her beloved Michael, was blown up because of this woman.

He was the heir to the Gallagher family, with a long life ahead of him, but he was destroyed by the woman standing in front of her.

“Why not live?” Molly Walker looked at her, the corner of her mouth faintly curved in a sneer, “Since I didn’t send you in, I must live.”

Isabelle Richardson’s face turned pale instantly: “If it weren’t for you, Michael would not have died. Why didn’t you die?! Why?!”

Molly Walker raised her lips and didn’t speak, her eyes full of coldness.

She remembered what Jake Leaford had said, that Isabelle Richardson had threatened Michael Gallagher for many years.

“He protected me with his life, so I not only won’t die, but I’ll live well,” she glanced sideways at Isabelle, expressionless, “On the other hand, Isabelle Richardson, don’t you fear that Michael will come for you in your dreams?”

Molly Walker’s words were like a heavy hammer, smashing hard into Isabelle’s heart.

Isabelle looked at Molly Walker, her eyes extremely red: “He died, how dare you still live with a shameless face?”

She rushed toward Molly quickly, and at that moment, two female bodyguards rushed out from the side and kicked her off.

Isabelle was pushed forcefully backward, sitting on the ground, covering her belly, and breaking out in a cold sweat.

Looking at the two suddenly appearing bodyguards, Isabelle looked at Molly in fear.

“Did you receive the court summons?” Molly casually sat on the sofa, looking at her lazily, “Prepare yourself well, it’s best if you confess all your accomplices, otherwise, I don’t know what kind of punishment awaits you in the end.”

“I am a good citizen of Orientopia, what kind of punishment could be waiting for me?” Isabelle slowly stood up, glanced at the two short-haired female bodyguards, and laughed softly, “I didn’t expect you to be so afraid of death that you have two bodyguards following you around. The person who didn’t blow you up is just unlucky.”

Molly didn’t respond, her face hanging a playful smile.

Isabelle’s heart thumped wildly.

She was now abandoned by the Richardson family, and she couldn’t find out how much evidence Molly had in her possession. But thinking that the evidence that should have been destroyed was destroyed, even if she was sued, she wouldn’t be afraid as long as she found a good lawyer.

With that thought, a person suddenly popped up in Isabelle’s mind.

Michael once gave her a contact, said to be the best lawyer in Orientopia. If she received a court summons, she could ask him to help defend her.

Looking at Molly’s calm appearance, Isabelle’s heart sank to rock bottom.

Her purpose in coming was twofold: one was to vent her emotions, and the second was to observe Molly’s state.

Originally, she thought that Molly would be completely deflated, but she didn’t expect that aside from being a little thinner, Molly’s hatred toward her didn’t diminish at all.

“See you in court. I’m a bit curious about what kind of evidence you’ll present,” Isabelle’s pink lips curved into a smug and wicked smile, “Michael recommended me the best lawyer in Orientopia, and I believe that his spirit would help bless me with victory.”

The joy in her eyes was like a sharp dagger, piercing all deceit.

After she left, Molly Walker sat on the sofa, and in that instant, all her strength was drained.

At that moment, Nicholas Thompson entered the room and saw Molly, stopping in his tracks.

Molly also caught his eye and opened her lips slightly, her relaxed voice trembling slightly, “Do you know the best lawyer in Orientopia?”

She wanted to destroy all that Michael had done for Isabelle in his lifetime.

If Michael were alive, she would let it go, but now that he was gone, she didn’t want Isabelle to continue using his resources.

Nicholas Thompson’s expression faltered slightly, and he nodded gently, “I know.”

The best lawyer in Orientopia, undisputedly the best, was Adam Wilson, only thirty years old but undefeated in any lawsuit. No matter the case, he could twist it in his favor, as he was a lawyer who liked to find his own evidence, even uncovering many hidden pieces of evidence.

“What do you want with him?”

“I want to talk to him,” Molly stood up, her eyes calm and cold.

As she walked into the dressing room, Nicholas’s brows furrowed.

She had changed since Michael’s death, and yet that change was hard to put into words.

It was as if a sharp sword had suddenly left its sheath.

Its brilliance was unrestrained and ruthless.