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

Soon, the ambulance arrived.

When Molly Walker passed by Isabelle Richardson, Isabelle couldn’t help but step back a few steps.

Seeing her guilty look, Molly frowned.

“Why are you looking at me?” Isabelle pretended to be calm, “Miss Walker, you’re not suspecting me again, are you? I didn’t do anything this time.” Isabelle admitted she was afraid.

Previously, she thought Molly was just a foolish woman, but these recent incidents had made her realize Molly was quite formidable.

Uttering these words in haste carried a hint of self-incrimination.

Molly sneered coldly, her tone light and airy: “Miss Richardson, there’s no need to panic. Once my mom wakes up, the truth will be revealed. If it was just an accident, no one can be blamed. But if it wasn’t…

Her beautiful eyes fixed on Isabelle, a trace of strangeness crossing her heart. She was just speculating, but Isabelle’s nervousness was as if there was a hidden truth.

Hearing that Amanda Leaford was awake, Isabelle’s face turned a bit pale.

She had exerted great force when she smashed the vase, without considering the consequences.

Now thinking about it, she still felt some lingering fear.

What if Amanda woke up and identified her?

Isabelle’s eyelashes lowered, concealing the viciousness in the depths of her eyes.

She could only hope that Amanda would never wake up.

Just then, a pair of black leather shoes entered her field of vision.

Isabelle looked up, her pupils narrowing.

Michael Gallagher’s gaze was deep as he stared at her, a hint of thoughtfulness in his dark eyes.

Being stared at by Michael, Isabelle’s heart pounded wildly: “Michael…”

In that instant, she trembled all over, feeling as if she had been seen through.

A long silence…

Isabelle stood still like she was being torn apart, unable to stay or leave.

“I remember this vase wasn’t placed on the cabinet.”

Michael’s words left Isabelle dumbfounded. She quickly responded: “Maybe one of the aunts put it there, Michael, don’t you believe me? When I saw it, the vase just fell from above.”

Confronted by Michael’s indifferent gaze, Isabelle felt a touch of impatience: “Michael, don’t listen to Molly’s nonsense, today’s incident really has nothing to do with me.”

Seeing that there were fewer people in the room, Isabelle finally dared to speak her true feelings.

Michael glanced lightly at the broken pieces on the ground, his tone cold and distant: “In this matter, the Gallagher family also bears responsibility. The Thompson family will definitely investigate the matter thoroughly…”

He paused and declared loudly: “You’d better watch yourself.”

As he turned to leave, Isabelle widened her eyes in panic. She chased after him and clung tightly to his waist, only to be quickly pushed away by Michael.

Facing Michael’s disgusted look, Isabelle felt a piercing chill, her body shuddering: “Michael, have you forgotten what you promised me? You said you would marry me, you also said…”

“I did promise you.” Michael’s gaze was cold as ice. “But I regret it now.”

Isabelle was stunned by his words, standing motionless, unable to speak a word.

“Regret…” Isabelle muttered, crying and asking, “Is it because you fell in love with her?”

“You fell in love with Molly Walker, didn’t you?”

Michael remained silent.

Isabelle laughed in despair: “I knew it, I had a bad feeling when you two got married. I didn’t expect you to become serious about it.”

Michael didn’t want to respond to this question. He turned his face away, his voice hoarse and strained: “Isabelle, don’t disappoint me again.”

After saying that, he turned around and walked away quickly.

Isabelle watched his retreating figure, crying out loud.

She knew that some things had been lost forever.

Would she give up?

NO!

Because the bond between her and Michael was too deep. As long as she brought up a certain person, he would have no choice but to listen to her.

That person was Michael Gallagher’s weak spot, and her trump card all along.

Her hand was suddenly caught by a soft something, and through her tearful eyes, Isabelle Richardson saw a small, handsome face.

Seeing that face, Isabelle unconsciously shook off his hand as if she had touched something dirty.

“What are you doing?”

Today, Bailey Gallagher wore a little suit, looking serious and cute, shining like a child star.

Not bothered by Isabelle’s rejection, Bailey put his hand in his pocket and handed her a piece of candy: “Don’t cry, Mommy, have some candy.”

Isabelle looked at the lollipop, her heart even more bitter.

Growing more and more agitated, she threw the candy back to Bailey, coldly saying, “I don’t eat this kind of thing; you should spend more time bonding with your father.”

The candy “clattered” to the ground. Bailey picked it up, and when he looked up again, Isabelle had already left.

The light in Bailey’s beautiful pupils dimmed a bit.

He glanced at the small cabinet nearby, recalling the recent events, his small eyebrows furrowed, and his grape-like eyes clouded with mist.

He and the servant sisters were playing hide-and-seek and had fallen asleep in this place. When he woke up, he happened to see the scene outside through the crack in the cabinet.

His mommy had actually picked up a big vase and smashed it at someone else.

This was the first time he saw his mommy so ferocious, even worse than when she usually beat him.

Thinking of what just happened, Bailey’s eyes were filled with fear; this was the first time he was genuinely afraid of his mother.

Suddenly, he thought of Molly Walker, who protected him when he was bullied.

That was the first time he felt warmth, yet it came from someone he disliked.

He knew she was pregnant with a baby in her belly.

He was really envious of that baby.

Molly Walker followed the ambulance to the hospital.

In the car, all that could be heard was Gillian Thompson’s voice mixed with sobs: “Father, Brother, I’m sorry. I didn’t think something would fall from

above, and I never thought Mommy would block the vase for me.”

“It’s all my fault… I’m sorry…”

Gillian’s voice, mixed with the ambulance sounds, made the whole interior feel tense.

“It’s not your fault.” Daniel Thompson’s voice was hoarse, his face weary.

He wanted to comfort her more, but he couldn’t say anything.

How could he truly not blame her?

Amanda Leaford had just recovered from her illness, and hope had been reignited in his life, but now the light of hope was extinguished again.

If it were someone else, he would have kicked them to death.

But this person was the adopted daughter he had loved for over twenty years. Although she was adopted, there was no difference from his own child. But now, he felt a bit exhausted and overwhelmed.

Joshua Thompson frowned as he looked at Gillian: “How come Isabelle was also inside?”

If it were just Gillian and Mom, he wouldn’t have thought much of it, but with

Isabelle added, he couldn’t help but wonder.

Isabelle Richardson was capable of anything.

“I asked her to come over; I didn’t expect her to see it just as the vase fell down. I was shocked too.” Speaking of this, Gillian’s eyes instantly turned red, “It’s all my fault; if I wasn’t there, Mom wouldn’t have rushed forward.”

Joshua stared at her every move while Gillian remained calm on the surface, but her heart was pounding with fear.

Isabelle really caused more harm than good.

If it weren’t for her stupid actions, Gillian wouldn’t have to lie for her.

But when she thought of Amanda’s fierce words before, and now lying in the car unconscious, she sighed with relief.

Now all she could do was hope that something would happen to Amanda.

It would be best if she never woke up.

The doctor was in the car trying to save Amanda, Molly’s eyes glanced, noticing Amanda’s hand tightly gripping her cell phone.

She frowned and reached to take the tightly gripped cell phone from Amanda’s

hand.

Everyone watched her movements.

She unlocked the screen, and there on the screen, a voice recording was displayed..