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

If he asked this, his mom would definitely inquire about it from various sources and even misunderstand it as his intention.

Thinking of this, Damian’s refined face softened a bit: “Mom, I don’t want to settle down for the time being.”

He really had no plans to settle down yet.

Amanda thought about it and asked again: “What about Vivian Wilson? Her mother told me that she plans to be your assistant, and it seems like she wants to form a marriage alliance with our family.”

Business marriage alliances were not uncommon in this circle.

Thinking of Vivian, Damian frowned.

He was very satisfied with Vivian’s interview today, but it was limited to her professional abilities.

At this moment, Zoey Lambert walked in with a smile and said to them, “Michael Gallagher is here.”

Michael Gallagher?

Several people in the room all looked at Molly Walker.

Ever since they returned from the Jenkins family’s estate last time, they had witnessed Michael Gallagher’s attitude, and with him being James Leaford’s savior, they all had a good impression of him, especially James Leaford, who stood up quickly when he heard he was coming.

“Please invite him in.” James Leaford grinned and glanced at Molly Walker. In fact, he was quite satisfied with this nephew-in-law. When he and Ivy remarry, he would definitely give them a big gift.

At this moment, Michael Gallagher had already walked in, and Molly Walker quickly greeted him in a low voice: “Why are you here?”

“I came to see you.” Michael’s voice was clear and elegant, “I have formally told my grandfather that I have moved out.”

Molly pursed her lips, and with Michael’s actions, he must have broken ties with his family too.

“Where are you living now?” James Leaford asked worriedly. “Why don’t you come live with us? We have rooms.”

Michael shook his head with a smile: “Thank you, Uncle Leaford, I have already prepared a new house in Capital City.”

“New house…” Zoey’s eyes lit up, delightedly said, “Are you two preparing to get married?”

“We should consider marriage,” James Leaford said solemnly, “It’s related to the household registration of the baby in the future.”

“When will the wedding take place?”

“Is it marriage or remarriage?”

Everyone chatted and blocked Molly from speaking.

Seeing her like this, Michael laughed and reassured: “For now, we only have this plan, but we still have to wait for the specifics.”

Wait for what?

Of course, he was waiting for Molly to speak up. No matter it was remarriage or marriage, he was looking forward to it.

He had long been planning for a home for her and the baby.

Molly smiled without saying a word. Now was not the time indeed. Fortunately, Michael did not say in front of everyone that he had agreed.

“Is there any other matter?”

She didn’t believe that Michael would just come over for small talk with everyone.

“The man hiding in the closet last time was caught.”

Molly’s heart skipped a beat.

She didn’t expect Michael to pay so much attention to details and even deal with this matter specifically.

“How is it?”

“He confessed. I threw him to my grandfather.”

Molly’s laughter was radiant.

At that time, the tea room was clearly provided by Mr. Jenkins, and Scarlett Jackson, no matter how capable, couldn’t hide two people without Mr. Jenkins’ help.

By sending the man in the closet to Mr. Jenkins, Mr. Jenkins would probably be so angry that he couldn’t eat.

Jenkins family’s estate.

Mr. Jenkins, looking at the half-naked man in front of him, was shaking in anger.

“Who sent you here?”

The muscular man’s face was ashen, his voice trembling: “It was Zachary Jenkins who sent me.”

“I received Miss Jackson’s money, hid in the cabinet, and waited for Ivy Thompson to come in. Then we would come out, and at that time…”

“Enough!” Mr. Jenkins’ face was turning from green to white in anger.

Of course he knew what was going on. He had provided the venue, and Scarlett Jackson had been in contact with him beforehand.

“Did you tell all this to Michael?”

“Yes, he also asked me to relay a message to you.” The muscular man straightened up, quite candid, “He said he won’t be returning to the Jenkins family anymore, and from now on, he doesn’t have a grandfather like you.”

“You damn bastard!” Mr. Jenkins angrily stood up, the crutch in his hand making “papapa” sounds as it hit the ground, “No grandfather like me… I am his biological grandfather, but in his heart, I am even worse than that woman!”

“Not as good as his own son.” Jerry Jenkins, who had been sitting beside him all the time, suddenly interjected.

The atmosphere became instantly awkward.

Mr. Jenkins looked at his foolish grandson in shock.

However, Jerry didn’t seem any different from a fool afterwards. The focus in his eyes seemed non-existent, as if what he said just now was like a blind cat bumping into a dead mouse.

Mr. Jenkins became wary, and he ordered everyone else to leave.

As he gazed at Jerry, his eyes filled with regret and hesitation.

“Jerry, your words just now surprised me. Are you no longer a fool?”

Every weekend, he would go to the church to pray, wishing for Jerry to return to normal and be no longer so foolish.

Could it be that God had heard his prayers?

That sentence – “not as good as his own son” – was clearly talking about the baby in Ivy Thompson’s belly.

Being able to utter these words was proof enough that Jerry wasn’t a fool.

After waiting for a long time without hearing a response from Jerry, Mr. Jenkins laughed at himself.

He must be getting old and confused; there was no way his grandson, who had been a fool for so many years, could suddenly change.

It must have been those short-sighted servants who had spoiled his grandson.

With that thought, Mr. Jenkins became furious. Just as he was about to call all the servants over for questioning, Jerry spoke again:

“Grandfather.”

Mr. Jenkins stopped in his tracks, looking at Jerry with a handsome face full of smiles.

Those clear eyes appeared no different from a normal person.

“Grandfather, you have worked hard all these years.” Jerry walked over to him, his voice soft and tender, mixed with a touch of sentimentality.

At these words, Mr. Jenkins closed his eyes, tears streaming from the corners.

He trembled as he reached out to grasp Jerry’s hand, his voice choked with emotion, “Child, are you really better now?”

“Grandfather, am I dreaming?” Mr. Jenkins sobbed, pinching himself hard.

Ouch.

It wasn’t a dream.

Jerry really woke up?

Jerry gripped him tightly and nodded gently. Mr. Jenkins was overjoyed.

“Good, very good.” Mr. Jenkins wiped his tears, his face flushed with happiness, “Now that you’re better, I can die without regrets, knowing I’ve done right by your father.”

He lost one grandson but gained another healthy one.

Heaven had been kind to him!

Seeing Mr. Jenkins like this, Jerry had tears in his eyes as well.

He tightly held Mr. Jenkins’s hand, his voice sincere and low, “Grandfather, please don’t worry. Your grandson has recovered, and from now on, I will devote myself to taking care of you in your old age.”

“What a good boy, I haven’t loved you in vain.” Mr. Jenkins beamed and thought of something, his expression fell, “It’s a pity that some people have poor judgment. They thought you were a fool and refused to marry you. If they knew you were better now, they would surely regret deeply. They are not worthy of my grandson.”

Jerry didn’t respond, only smiled lightly, his eyes turning cold as he thought of a certain person.

Zoey Lambert indeed had no foresight.

It was just his luck that he had set his sights on her.

If it hadn’t been for Ivy Thompson and Zachary Jenkins meddling, Zoey would have been his captive long ago.

As thoughts of Zoey Lambert crossed his mind, a hint of amusement and tenderness appeared in Jerry’s eyes.

If it weren’t for her, he would have been content to play the fool behind the scenes all his life.

But since she looked down on him, he had to become a normal person.

Zoey Lambert would be his sooner or later.

Thinking of the sudden appearance of his younger brother this year, Jerry’s eyes flashed with a touch of menace and impatience.

If it hadn’t been for his identity being almost exposed by Zachary Jenkins, he wouldn’t have wanted to reveal himself so soon.

Not just Zachary Jenkins, but Ivy Thompson also seemed to have noticed his difference.

“Grandfather, my younger brother is still with the Leaford family. I’ll go get him back now.”