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

“What can 1 hide from you?” Molly Walker takes a step back, “Michael Gallagher, don’t flatter yourself. We’re divorced already. I don’t want to be too close to you and cause unnecessary gossip.”

“Gossips?” Anger suppressed within Michael Gallagher’s dark pupils, “When you cuckolded me, weren’t you afraid of causing gossip?”

“When you dined alone with Harry Lambert and Jeremy Norman, weren’t you afraid they would cause gossip for you?” He sneers cynically, with a hint of bloodlust in his eyes, “You’re not afraid of gossip, you’re afraid I might interfere with your interactions with other men, aren’t you?”

Molly frowns.

How was he able to know so much detail about her meals with others?

Molly suddenly realizes that whenever she dined with those people, Michael Gallagher “coincidentally” appeared. She opens her eyes wide in shock,

“Michael Gallagher, have you been spying on me?”

The accidents, the coincidences.

She wouldn’t believe it if it wasn’t for the surveillance.

“Mr. Gallagher, I hope you understand one thing.” She slowly moves her hand over her stomach, taking a deep breath, “We are divorced already.”

“You can marry someone else, and I can date someone else, we are free to make our own choices, we are irrelevant to each other now.”

Irrelevant…

Michael Gallagher’s face, flawless and handsome, turns an unhealthy shade of white in the evening sun.

Molly turns away: “Thanks for just now, but I won’t be going to the hospital.”

She takes a few steps towards the side, only to realize that she can’t move or put weight on her other ankle.

Otherwise, she feared she may have to spend the night here.

She tells Michael helplessly, “Let’s go to the hospital then, but not the third hospital. ”

Her pregnancy records were kept in the third hospital, and inadvertent exposure might occur if she is seen by a familiar director or doctor.

Michael intended to leave initially, but seeing her frustrating attempt to stand on one foot was both annoying and amusing.

Still not wanting to see her condition worsen, he supports her for a few steps before ultimately sweeping her off her feet.

Molly is immediately stunned, desperately trying to push him away, “You can just help me walk.”

“You are too slow, I don’t like wasting time.” The man’s voice is cold, his chiseled face shows no emotion.

Molly decides to go silent – She has no choice but to bend to his will under the circumstances.

She tightly closes her lips, not daring to look at him because she’s so tense, and her body becomes increasingly stiff.

Michael glances at her, as though looking at a freshly captured prey. The woman in his arms blushes, her charm even more captivating.

His eyes deepened, and he slowly looks away.

Finally, they went to a small clinic in his car.

Under the public gaze, Michael carries her out of the car and into the clinic.

The doctor in the clinic looks up and laughs, “Mr. Gallagher, you are a rare visitor!”

His eyes then fall on Molly, the smirk on his face suggesting more than it gives.

Unexpectedly knowing Michael, Molly feels a bit awkward sitting in the chair. Michael takes a seat next to her: “Her foot is broken; check if you can reposition it.”

The doctor examines her foot, and says seriously, “It’s displaced, but luckily it didn’t affect the bone.’

“Bear with it.” He glances at Molly, and she nods. Before she can ask anything, a heart-wrenching pain surges from her foot.

“Ah!” The piercing pain spreads from her ankle to her whole body.

A hand reaches out and holds hers from the side.

She doesn’t know how long it takes.

“It’s done.” The doctor grins, looking at her, “Try moving it.”

She gathers her courage and moves her ankle. Although it hurts a little, the pain is bearable compared to before. She stands up and is able to walk a few steps.

She had heard before that some skilled bone setters could realign displaced bones, but she didn’t expect it to be true.

“Thank you.” There had been so much going on recently, and if she were to walk with a crutch, she would be doomed.

Seeing that she could walk, Michael Gallagher looked a little better. He looked at the red mark on his wrist that she had clutched, his lips tightened.

“Go to the back to pay.” The doctor pointed at the payment window at the back for Michael Gallagher. Molly Walker was about to go over when Michael Gallagher took a step ahead of her.

“It’s my first time seeing him care so much about a woman.” The doctor glanced at Michael Gallagher, feeling rather emotional.

Just now, while he was setting her bone, he also took a glance at Michael Gallagher. His anxious demeanor surprised the doctor – he seemed even more anxious than the person involved.

Hearing the doctor’s words, Molly Walker chuckled lightly, not giving voice to the thoughts in her heart.

If he saw Isabelle Richardson, then he would know who the woman Michael Gallagher cares about the most is.

In her opinion, no one is as important as Isabelle Richardson.

Once the medicine was paid for and picked up, Molly Walker had just taken a few steps when Michael Gallagher picked her up again.

Molly Walker was surprised and anxious: “My foot is better now, I can walk by myself.”

Michael Gallagher did not change his expression: “It’s not fully healed, it’s best to avoid using your foot these days.”

Molly Walker looked at the doctor. The doctor caught a glance at Michael Gallagher’s stern face and hastily agreed, “Yes, yes, yes, he’s right, you should walk less these days.”

Molly Walker had no choice but to swallow her words.

Michael Gallagher held her and headed towards the parked car. Upon opening the door, the familiar face of Isabelle Richardson came into view.

Upon seeing Isabelle Richardson, Molly Walker reeled, feeling an icy chill ran through her body.

Isabelle Richardson had indeed managed to escape.

“Michael… Isabelle Richardson looked at them pathetically, her red swollen eyes seemed to have just cried, appearing pitiful and trying to win them over.

Michael Gallagher placed Molly Walker in the seat and turned to the assistant: “What happened?”

The assistant gave a wry smile: “Miss Richardson said she has been wanting to see you. I told her you were busy, but she insisted on waiting in the car.”

Molly Walker suddenly remembered that Michael Gallagher was engaged to Isabelle Richardson. It now seemed as though she was the one interfering.

Isabelle Richardson didn’t even look at Molly Walker. With her lip quivering and teary eyes looking at Michael Gallagher, she said: “1 didn’t intentionally stalk you. I just wanted to know about Bailey…”

“He’s with mom, you can just look for her.” Michael Gallagher interrupted her.

He didn’t want to discuss Bailey Gallagher in front of Molly Walker.

However, as if purposefully misunderstanding him, Isabelle Richardson continued with an innocent smile: “Michael, could I have a word with Miss

Walker?”

Michael Gallagher did not respond, he simply glanced at Molly Walker.

Molly Walker gave a cold laugh without a word: “We can discuss everything in court. ”

As she prepared to leave, Isabelle Richardson did not want to let her go so easily. The news from Gillian Thompson made her unable to wait any longer.

“Miss Walker, aren’t you curious about what I want to discuss with you in private?” Isabelle Richardson glanced at her stomach with an ambiguous expression.

Molly Walker furrowed her brows.

Did Isabelle Richardson know about her pregnancy?

The circumstances were different now. With the little life in her belly, she had to be cautious when dealing with a vicious woman like Isabelle Richardson.

After a brief moment of thought, she turned to Michael Gallagher and said: “I’ll just have a few words with Miss Richardson.”

This was clearly an excuse to get rid of him.

Michael Gallagher’s pupils dilated. Considering Molly Walker’s injured foot, he signaled the assistant with his eyes to leave along with him.

Watching the two of them leave, Isabelle Richardson unabashedly directed her gaze at her belly: “It should be just a few weeks in, not yet ten weeks right?”

Molly Walker’s brow furrowed as she clenched her fingers tightly.

Did she find out?