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

Seeing that Violet Summers was silent, Gillian Thompson started to panic.

“Violet, I called you about this matter, but you didn’t answer the phone at that time ”

The words suddenly stopped.

Violet Summers laughed: “So you are blaming me?”

“No ” Gillian Thompson clenched her cell phone, her nose feeling sour, “I know, it’s my own problem, I was greedy for the credit, at that time Phoebe Belmont invited me over, and in front of so many people, my head just got hot and ”

“Violet, what should I do now? I don’t want to become a laughing stock.”

At this point, Gillian Thompson truly regretted it.

She thought of Joshua Thompson’s words, and her head felt like it was hit by a stick.

Second brother surely knew, he knew that it was Molly Walker who did this, no wonder he made her swear.

She was really stupid, too stupid.

Shame and annoyance filled her mind, chaotically running through her blood.

“I know that I brought this upon myself, but I also know that I was wrong. If this goes on, there will be no place for me in the Thompson family. By then, everything will belong to that woman Ivy Thompson!”

Thinking that all her efforts might have been in vain, Gillian Thompson felt utterly lost.

“You are really too stupid.” Violet Summers couldn’t help but scold her, “Now there is only one way.”

Gillian Thompson froze all over, excitedly asking, “What’s the way?”

“I remember that there is a Chamber of Commerce meeting tomorrow, your dad will definitely go. You need to be honest with him before that.”

“Telling the truth ” Gillian Thompson’s face turned pale, and she stammered, “What kind of method is this, if I tell the truth, he will definitely be angry that I lost his face.”

“This face will be lost sooner or later, if you let him lose it earlier, he can still figure out a solution. If you let him lose face at the Chamber of Commerce meeting, that is truly irreparable.”

“Forget it, do whatever you want; Daniel Thompson is not my father, only you guys will lose face by then.” Violet Summers, disappointed, hung up the phone.

The night was as dark as ink, and the moon hung high outside the window.

The cold wind came in, and Gillian Thompson shivered in bed.

The next morning, Gillian Thompson woke up in a daze and hurriedly went downstairs to find Daniel Thompson, only to find that he had already gone to the company early.

“Gabriel ”

Nicholas Thompson was about to go out, and seeing her anxious appearance, he softly asked, “Are you feeling better?”

Gillian Thompson’s face stiffened slightly, and she gently nodded, like she was afraid he would ask something, she hurriedly said, “I have something to discuss with Dad, I’m going out first.”

“I’ll take you.”

Gillian Thompson froze and finally responded softly with an “Mm.”

Once in the car, Gillian Thompson kept her mouth shut and her head bowed, not knowing what she was thinking about.

“Gabriel, why did Joshua say that yesterday?”

In the end, he still asked.

If it were in the past, he would have definitely taken her side unconditionally, but he had been slapped in the face too many times.

Some things, he wanted to hear from Gillian Thompson’s own mouth.

What Violet Summers had said suddenly surfaced in Gillian Thompson’s mind.

Tell the truth.

Telling the truth in advance can prevent more people from being slapped in the face.

She pursed her lips, hesitating and struggling.

Should she tell second brother the truth? That it wasn’t her who called, but Ivy Thompson?

Would second brother be disappointed with her?

Nicholas Thompson glanced at her through the rearview mirror and saw her hesitant expression, a melancholic look on her eyes. “If it’s not convenient to say, then don’t say it.”

“I’m still your second brother, as long as you change your greedy and selfish ways.”

Gillian Thompson’s courage suddenly deflated, and the tears swirled in her eyes.

She sniffed her nose, lowered her head, and made a fist with her fingers.

Since explanation was useless, she wouldn’t say it then.

So what if it’s the Chamber of Commerce? She can’t get in, and Ivy Thompson might not be able to either.

As long as she insists that she did it herself, there’s no evidence.

She doesn’t want Joshua and Daniel Thompson to be disappointed in her anymore.

After a hundred turns and thousands of thoughts in her mind, she finally made up her mind.

After Gillian Thompson and Nicholas Thompson left the house, Molly Walker went out as well.

The police called her.

“Miss Walker, we’ve already found out what Isabelle Richardson did, and with the evidence you’ve submitted, we have arrested her. Please wait for the court results.”

“Alright, thank you.”

The weight in her heart finally dropped.

She finally put Isabelle Richardson in prison, and this time, no one could save her.

Inside the prison.

Isabelle Richardson, wearing a prison uniform, sat dejectedly on the bed.

Day after day passed, and she didn’t know how long she had been there.

“Isabelle Richardson, someone’s here to see you.”

Isabelle Richardson raised her head, in her messy hair, a pair of black eyes brightened up.

“Who’s here? Is it Xavier Gallagher? Xavier!”

She tidied her hair and followed the staff to the visiting area.

When she saw the visitor, Isabelle Richardson widened her eyes and turned away coldly.

Emma Smith smiled, “Isn’t it boring in there? Want to chat for a bit?”

Isabelle Richardson’s tears swirled in her eyes.

After all this time, the one who came to visit her was Emma Smith.

Xavier Gallagher didn’t come, Samuel Richardson didn’t come, but the woman she hated from the bottom of her heart had come.

“What are you doing here?”

Isabelle Richardson bit her tongue, trying hard to maintain her composure.

She couldn’t let the woman in front of her see her embarrassment.

“I asked my friend at the court.” Emma Smith smiled brightly, “The crimes you committed added up are enough for the death penalty.”

“Even if they don’t sentence you to death, Ivy will keep appealing.”

Isabelle Richardson’s face turned pale with anger, “Did you say something to Samuel Richardson? Otherwise, he wouldn’t not come to see me. Emma Smith, if I hadn’t backed down, you would have no place in the Richardson family.”

“Really?” Emma Smith chuckled, her tone filled with schadenfreude, “But Daddy has told me long ago that everything in the Richardson family will eventually be mine. And you, you’re just his tool.”

“You’re talking nonsense!”

“Isabelle Richardson, you always think that my mom is No. 3, but before your mom, their relationship was already established. So, your mom is that No. 3, and she is not even a loved No. 3.”

After Emma Smith finished speaking, Isabelle Richardson’s face turned red with anger, her body trembling.

She had always known her parents had a bad relationship. Ever since she had memory, her father had beaten her mother in private, and after her mother died, Samuel Richardson began beating her.

She knew her mother and herself were objects of Samuel Richardson’s hatred.

But Emma Smith’s words still struck her hard.

“Emma Smith, don’t think that just because I’m in here now, I can’t do anything to you.” Isabelle Richardson lowered her head and smiled faintly, “Do you know that in Orientopia, women have a privilege before the death penalty?”

“This privilege can change the death penalty to life imprisonment.”

Emma Smith’s face suddenly went cold.

Isabelle Richardson laughed loudly, tears streaming from her eyes.

“I know I can’t escape, but luckily I’m a woman, and I know there’s a way out.”

Hearing this, Emma Smith clenched her fists tightly, “Isabelle Richardson, are you really willing to give up your pride just to live?”

Of course, she knew the privilege for women to escape the death penalty.

She didn’t expect Isabelle Richardson to have this step figured out too.

“Isabelle Richardson, I underestimated you “