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

Compared to a certain someone, Jeremy Norman is much better. He is good to her and her family. Especially after knowing that he had saved her uncle’s life, she felt both guilty and touched.

She knew that Jeremy helped her uncle because he was afraid of her being sad.

“Cousin, my mind is a bit messy right now.” Molly Walker lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings.

She knew Zoey Lambert was doing her best for her, but if Zoey knew Michael Gallagher was still alive, would she still let her be with Jeremy?

She squinted her eyes, a touch of confusion rising in her heart.

“Cousin, there’s something I haven’t told you all.” After thinking about it, Molly decided to tell the truth, “Michael Gallagher, he’s actually still alive.”

Zoey Lambert’s smiling eyes looked at her: “I guessed.”

“You were so sad when Michael Gallagher died. With your personality, it’s impossible to fall in love so quickly. Actually, everyone in the family knows that it’s not real between you and Jeremy, Michael Gallagher has always been the one in your heart.”

Molly lowered her head, her fair face revealing a hint of blush.

“In matters of marriage, no matter how much advice outsiders give, it’s useless. I have several friends who constantly complain about their husbands, but then they’re all lovey-dovey with them. When the relationship is bad, it’s unforgettable, and you wish you could kill each other. When it’s good, they don’t tell you; there are millions of touching details, and only you know his good side. I’m sure there are good reasons why you can’t forget him,” Zoey Lambert looked at her with a smile, “What do you plan to do now? If he’s not dead, do you want to remarry?”

Molly hesitated for a moment and then slowly shook her head.

“Hasn’t he spoken to you about it?” There was a trace of surprise in Zoey Lambert’s eyes. “Girls can’t take the initiative. If he doesn’t mention it, you just act like you don’t know.”

Molly gave a bitter smile, not knowing how to explain to her.

It’s not that Michael Gallagher hadn’t mentioned it, but rather, he didn’t dare to ask again.

She could clearly feel that when Michael Gallagher was wearing a mask, he could still pretend to be someone else in front of her, but once his identity was exposed, he seemed like a completely different person.

In this relationship, she lacked the courage to move forward, while he was afraid of her disgust.

“Anyway, I hope you can be happy, cousin. As long as you’re happy, other people’s opinions don’t matter as much.” Thinking of something, Zoey Lambert laughed optimistically, “If it weren’t for you, I might have already been engaged to Jerry Jenkins. People have a lot of restrictions, being a little selfish actually makes it easier to be happy.”

After listening to Zoey Lambert’s words, Molly’s heart gradually relaxed.

Happiness is more important.

So just follow your heart.

As the night grew darker, a black car stopped outside a run-down neighborhood.

Jeremy Norman got out of the car. Several security guards stood outside the shabby neighborhood. As they saw Jeremy Norman, their faces gradually became serious. They approached and whispered, “Mr. Norman, she’s been making a scene. The neighbors are getting suspicious.”

Jeremy raised his eyebrows, and his usually elegant face showed a touch of coldness.

He was wearing a white long down coat, spotlessly clean, looking like a person who had just walked out of snow and ice.

He took long strides, reaching the door in just a few steps. His slender fingers covered the fingerprint lock and with a “ding,” the door opened.

Inside the house, Gillian Thompson lay dirty and unkempt on the sofa. In just a few days, her cheeks had sunken in, and she seemed to have aged ten years in an instant.

She had undergone surgeries on various parts of her face. These days, without proper care and lacking nourishment, her face had deflated like a punctured balloon.

Seeing Jeremy Norman, Gillian involuntarily shrank back into the corner of the sofa.

Ever since Jeremy saved her from jumping off a building, she had thought she had been redeemed. However, what she got was an endless nightmare.

“Have you come to your senses?” Jeremy looked down at her, his feet on the clean ground, not taking another step forward.

Hearing this devilish voice, Gillian’s pupils shrank. After recovering, she nodded vigorously: “Yes, I’m clear now, I know I was wrong. Please let me go, I won’t make any trouble, I won’t hurt her anymore!”

Jeremy’s slender eyes narrowed slightly. He didn’t speak, but picked up a small knife on the coffee table with a bit of blood on it and started playing with it.

This knife was incredibly sharp, but it danced obediently in his hand.

As the knife danced, it revealed its brutal nature amidst the dazzling display.

Just like him, beneath a clean and gentle exterior, a bottomless demon was hidden.

What drove Gillian Thompson crazy was that his demonic side seemed to surface only around her.

Jeremy Norman was protective, but also cruel.

As Gillian was about to break down, Jeremy slightly lifted the corner of his mouth and said, “Nicholas Thompson is looking for you everywhere.”

“Do you know what to say in front of him, huh?”

“I know, I know.” Gillian nodded frantically, “Please let me go, I won’t dare to like you anymore, nor will I dare to frame her again. I have nothing left now, I just want to go back to my hometown and live a peaceful life. Don’t worry, I won’t say anything.”

In just a few days, she had already experienced the terror of Jeremy Norman.

He didn’t harm her openly, but he destroyed her proudest and treasured possessions.

She couldn’t walk, only crawl, and even had to compete with insects for food. At first, she waited for the Thompson family to rescue her, only to realize later that Jeremy Norman’s methods were too horrifying. It was not only futile to wait for rescue but not even a fly could enter. She was sure that if she resisted, she would die alone without anyone to claim her body.

What made her even more desperate was that Jeremy Norman did all this just to give a helping hand to Ivy Thompson.

If she had jumped off the building at the time, it would have affected both the Leaford family and Ivy Thompson, causing a scandal that would have received extensive media coverage.

She never expected it all to be blocked by Jeremy Norman.

Before, she thought Jeremy Norman only resented her for setting him up. Now it seemed that he not only resented her but even considered killing her.

She was scared, truly terrified.

“If I find out you have any malicious intention towards her again ” Jeremy Norman slowly bent down and pressed the knife against her face, “then you’ll stay here forever.”

Stay here forever? Without sunlight, never feeling warm or full, and living with bugs every day?

Gillian’s breath hitched, and her vision darkened as she nearly fainted.

Jeremy Norman’s face wore a smile, his exceptional beauty making her shudder with terror.

Before Gillian could pass out, Jeremy cut the rope on her hands and looked at her mutilated leg with a trace of disgust in his eyes.

Before leaving the house, Jeremy ordered the bodyguard, “Take her out and don’t let anyone see her.”

Back at the villa, Jeremy made a call: “Contact the previous car owner. If he is willing to meet with me, he can choose any car from my garage.”

Someone who could afford such a car wouldn’t lack money, but car enthusiasts wouldn’t refuse a good vehicle.

As long as the other party agreed to keep his secret, he was willing to spend the money.

At Capital City Hospital, Michael Gallagher sat in a wheelchair with coldness in his eyes and impatience in his voice, “I was injured in the body, not the legs.”

“Then just carry him away.” The doctor next to him adjusted his glasses and addressed the others in the room, “This patient is not cooperating with us. Personally, I don’t recommend him to leave the hospital. Even if you have a family doctor, he won’t heal well at home. I have only seen such a disobedient patient one other time before, and that person ended up disabled for life.”

“Thank you, doctor. We will respect your advice and make sure our young master cooperates with the medication.” The Jenkins family’s housekeeper apologized repeatedly.

The doctor wrote a few words on a piece of paper, handed it to the housekeeper, and remained expressionless, “We are not responsible for any consequences after leaving the hospital.”

Perhaps due to the doctor’s words, Michael no longer resisted sitting in the wheelchair.

As the housekeeper pushed the wheelchair, he said to Michael, “Young Master, the current owner of the car involved in the accident last time wants to see you.”