The Ex-husband Wants to Get Power Every Day After the Divorce

Even though the kid was running fast with his little legs, he was caught right after leaving the door.

The kid cried out in horror, “Help, help! They’re kidnapping me!”

“Save me! This auntie wants to take me away!’

Molly: …

This was a hospital, so it quickly attracted a lot of onlookers.

These people thought she was trafficking children, and stared at her fiercely. Some even took out their cell phones to call the police.

“Wait, it’s all a misunderstanding!” Molly quickly let go of him, and the kid proudly waved something in his hand before running off again. Molly tried to chase him, but the crowd quickly surrounded her, treating her like a criminal.

For the first time, Molly felt she was being played by a kid and was so mad she almost spat blood.

By the time she cleared up the misunderstanding, the little boy was nowhere to be found.

Molly was furious and immediately sent a message to Harry Lambert on her cell phone: “Give me the live surveillance feed of the hospital on my phone in five minutes.’

“If I catch that little brat, I’ll beat the life out of him.” At the hospital’s back door.

With a “slap” sound, a harsh slap landed on the boy’s face.

The boy covered his swollen face.

“Who told you to run around like that?” A stern voice sounded, followed by a kick at him. His small body couldn’t handle the force, and he fell to the ground on his backside.

The boy’s handsome little face was twisted in sadness.

As the person was about to kick him again, someone stopped her.

“Miss Richardson, please don’t hit him anymore. The young master is still young. He can’t stand your beating.”

Isabelle looked at them with disgust: “Be obedient now that you’re in

Sunnydale. ”

If it weren’t absolutely necessary, she wouldn’t want to reveal the child’s origin.

If Mollys identity as Ivy Thompson were exposed, her marriage with Michael might be postponed indefinitely.

So she could only pull Bailey out.

If Molly were here right now, she would notice that this boys eyes and nose were exactly like Isabelle’s.

The little boy helped the Aunt who had been taking care of him up and said to Isabelle, “Don’t worry, Mommy, I will behave. I just went to get a gift for

Mommy.”

As if forgetting that she had just hit him, the boy proudly presented a gift.

However, Isabelle didn’t even look at it and knocked it away with disgust: “Alright, I lack nothing. Instead of doing this, why don’t you think about how to please your father and grandmother in the future.”

The red booklet flew out, and the boy’s long eyelashes fluttered. His lips pursed, and he slowly lowered his head.

If you looked closely, you could see his small shoulders shaking.

Isabelle not only lacked sympathy, but also felt annoyed.

She turned and walked a few steps, glanced at the “gift” on the ground, and immediately saw the word “divorce certificate” written on it.

Her brows raised high in curiosity, and she picked it up.

As she slowly opened it, she finally understood why Bailey said this was a gift after seeing the familiar names inside.

In less than five minutes, Molly’s cell phone screen displayed the surveillance footage from various areas of the hospital.

Her phone had been modified so that she could easily zoom in on any screen to see the details.

She could also see the whereabouts of that little brat.

Molly walked towards the hospital’s back door.

After just a few steps, she found the divorce certificate on the ground.

She finally breathed a sigh of relief. Even though this document was no longer useful, if picked up by someone with malicious intent, they could cause trouble with it.

For her, it was also a memento of a relationship ending.

Molly arrived at the designated department and hesitantly pushed open the door.

“Molly?” The doctor adjusted his glasses and looked at her. “Sit down.”

Ten minutes later, Molly emerged drenched in sweat.

She held the test results, her hands shaking.

“Miss, are you okay?” A passing nurse saw that something was wrong with her and quickly helped her sit down.

Molly Walker shook her head with a pale face, looking at the doctor’s diagnosis results, and sat for a while longer.

She touched her stomach, feeling both complex and sad.

Just that one time, and there was a tiny life in her belly.

Discovering her pregnancy right after her divorce was probably the universe playing tricks on her.

She called Harry Lambert with a bitter smile on her face: I’m pregnant.

Harry Lambert: I’m going to be a dad?

Molly: Get lost.

Harry Lambert: Are you going to tell him?

Molly’s eyes drooped, and she said nothing.

Should she tell him, after all, he is the babys father.

But is there any need for a father without feelings?

She thought of the little kid just now, who, despite his young age, was full of bad intentions.

Harry Lambert: You’re not thinking of aborting it, are you?

Molly’s heart trembled violently.

Harry Lambert: Keep it, it’s not like you can’t afford it.

If she was only Michael Gallagher’s canary, she indeed couldn’t afford it.

But she’s not.

With her financial strength, raising ten children wouldn’t be a problem, let alone one.

On the other side, Gillian Thompson sat in a wheelchair being pushed by a caretaker, and she spotted a familiar figure at a glance.

“Molly!” Gillian gritted her teeth in anger, “What is she doing here?”

She had the caretaker sneak her closer, just in time to hear Molly making a phone call to someone else.

The caretaker wanted to greet her, but Gillian quickly made a “shush” gesture.

As she approached Molly, she trembled when she heard the word “baby”.

She glanced at the department next to her: obstetrics and gynecology.

Her eyes widened.

She wanted to listen more, but Molly had already hung up the phone and turned her head to look at her, smiling playfully.

Molly appeared calm on the surface, but her heart was pounding.

When did Gillian arrive, and how much had she heard?

Gillian’s face remained unchanged, as she smiled warmly, “Sister, are you here to see me?”

This “sister” was really affectionate.

It was true that Gillian was an adopted daughter of the Thompson family, so calling her sister was fine, but Gillian’s character was questionable, and Molly did not want to be her sister.

Molly glanced at Gillian’s leg without saying anything.

Gillian squeezed the blanket on her leg tightly.

Her leg was gone, all thanks to Molly.

“Sister, my father said he hopes we can support each other and live in peace. I agreed, and 1 suppose you won’t refuse either, right?” As Gillian smiled, she pressed the record button on her cell phone.

Daniel Thompson’s wish for them to live in harmony was absolutely delusional.

She was sure that Molly would not agree either.

Supporting each other like sisters? What a joke.

Molly looked at Gillian, who was grinding her teeth while pretending to be affectionate and sneered, “Gillian, aren’t you tired of pretending all these years?”

“You knew my identity a long time ago, didn’t you?”

There was no unprovoked hostility, so it was likely that she knew early on that she was Ivy Thompson.

Molly knew she was Ivy, but she repeatedly prevented her from recognizing the Thompson family.

Joshua Thompson, Lola Jones, all of these coincidences were too perfect.

“Gillian, the car accident that Joshua Thompson had, it wouldn’t be your doing too, would it?”

Gillian’s smile remained unchanged, but her fingers clenched tightly..