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

Vivian Wilson smiled without saying anything.

It wasn’t on purpose.

Spilling coffee, and it just happened to spill on Damian Thompson, the odds of that happening are too small to mention.

As for Damian Thompson’s net worth, he wouldn’t go to an ordinary coffee shop, and the people in the coffee shop wouldn’t dare send a college intern to serve him coffee.

This Grace Harrison really lived up to Gillian Thompson’s description, very scheming.

Seeing Vivian Wilson’s smiling face, Grace Harrison furrowed her eyebrows.

Vivian Wilson didn’t say anything, but her micro-expressions already betrayed her suspicion.

This kind of Vivian Wilson made her very uncomfortable.

“Ai, this hospital’s test results are really slow. I have other things to do in the afternoon, but the results are so slow, it’s really annoying!” Vivian Wilson pretended to be annoyed as she sat to one side, her displeasure clearly showing on her face.

“Sister Vivian, you can go back first. I don’t have anything going on, and I don’t need anyone to accompany me.” Grace Harrison listened to her complaints, feeling like a heavy boulder was weighing on her heart.

She didn’t want Vivian Wilson to accompany her, even if Vivian Wilson didn’t say anything, she could already feel her hostility.

“That won’t work. I promised young master Thompson, I can’t break my word.” Vivian Wilson put on a serious face, unwillingly said, “Fine, when I officially start working, I’ll hire an assistant to do these errands.”

Grace Harrison kept her head down and said nothing.

Although Vivian Wilson didn’t say anything, her facial expression and actions still showed her dissatisfaction.

Grace Harrison decided to play with her cell phone so she wouldn’t see Vivian’s face.

Vivian Wilson glanced at her screen for a moment, just as Damian Thompson was inputting his phone number. She saw clearly that it was a normal string of numbers.

Damian Thompson actually gave Grace Harrison his private number!

People like Damian Thompson usually have more than two numbers, one work number, and one private number.

She only had Damian Thompson’s private number, and Grace Harrison actually had his work number.

Vivian Wilson thought she was seeing things, and hurriedly asked Grace Harrison to go back to the previous screen.

“Grace Harrison, show me the phone number Damian Thompson put in for you.”

Grace Harrison was taken aback, “Why?”

“Just show me, I have his number too, let me see if it’s the same one.” Vivian Wilson immediately tried to snatch her cell phone, but Grace Harrison dodged.

Grace Harrison gripped her cell phone tightly and asked cautiously, “Aren’t you his assistant? You should have his number too, right?”

Vivian Wilson gave a tight-lipped smile.

She couldn’t admit that she only had his work number.

“Just take a look, why be so stingy!” Vivian Wilson’s face turned cold.

This Grace Harrison was really obnoxious, guarding a phone number like it was a treasure.

Grace Harrison saw Vivian Wilson’s excited expression just now.

This showed that Vivian Wilson got different contact information than her.

She recalled that her father had several phone numbers, and some of the numbers were only known to family members.

Could it be that Damian Thompson gave her his private number?

Fearing Vivian Wilson would try to snatch it again, Grace Harrison quickly put her cell phone in her backpack.

Seeing how quickly she hid her phone, Vivian Wilson scoffed.

“Just a phone number and you treasure it so much…what a pity, no matter how much you treasure it, you will never be able to enter the Thompson family.” Vivian Wilson stood up, crossed her arms, and looked down at her, “Grace Harrison, let me be straight with you, do you know why I want to become Damian Thompson’s assistant?”

Grace Harrison hesitated and furrowed her eyebrows.

“Because I will soon be Damian Thompson’s fiancée.” Vivian Wilson hooked her pink lips in triumph, and under her glasses, her bright eyes sparkled, “My father and Daniel Thompson are classmates, and my mother also knows Aunt Amanda Leaford. The reason I became Damian Thompson’s assistant is because both parents wanted us to get along with each other and develop our relationship, so we can get married naturally.”

“Since high school, I’ve known I was going to be Damian Thompson’s bride.” Vivian Wilson raised her chin in aloof pride and confidence, “I studied hard, and became the top student in school, just to be able to stand beside him one day and be worthy of him.”

Grace Harrison pressed her lips together, lowered her eyelashes and hid the loss in her eyes.

Her heart felt like it was tied with a thin rope, and with every breath it pulled painfully.

Only someone like sister Vivian Wilson could be a match for someone like Damian Thompson.

“Forget it. Telling you all this, you don’t understand. Actually, Gillian Thompson is right. Making friends and marriage are all about social class circles. If you don’t belong to the same circle, forcing yourself in is useless.”

Although Vivian Wilson’s words seemed caring, they were actually quite stinging.

Grace Harrison took a deep breath and said loudly, “I never thought about being with him.”

She understood the principle of not forcing herself into a different social circle and that trying to climb too high would lead to swallowing needles.

“As long as you know.” Vivian sat beside her, her expression finally easing.

As Grace’s senior, she did not want to bully a young girl.

As long as Grace keeps her distance, Vivian doesn’t want to make life difficult for her, as it would also damage her reputation if that information spread out.

“I know you might not understand some things now, but happiness is in our own hands, it’s up to you how to choose, and whether you live in pain or happiness depends on your choice.”

In other words, if you choose an ordinary person, you could be happy, but if you choose Damian Thompson, you’ll only suffer.

Grace didn’t respond, her eyes fixed straight ahead, and suddenly, they brightened slightly.

Not far away, Michael Gallagher was hugging Molly Walker and walking up the stairs.

Envy appeared in Grace’s eyes.

Vivian followed her gaze, quickly stood up, and walked towards Molly. As if remembering something, she turned back to Grace and said, “Wait for me here.”

Ivy Thompson’s ambiguous attitude made her frightened today, but for Damian’s sake, she was willing to face the difficulties.

If she married Damian, Ivy would be her sister-in-law, so if she gets along well with Ivy, she could secure her footing in the Thompson family, as Ivy is currently the darling of the Thompson family.

She must please Ivy.

“You don’t have to help me, I can walk fine on my own.”

Molly looked at Michael Gallagher somewhat reproachfully.

When Michael saw another man holding his wife like this, he wanted to do it too.

Looking at her not-so-prominent belly, Molly couldn’t help but smile wryly.

Michael narrowed his eyes and put his big hand on her waist, showing no intention of moving.

Maybe because it was the first time he accompanied her to a prenatal check, he seemed especially nervous.

When it was their turn, Molly went in, and the nurse stopped Michael outside: “Gentlemen, please wait here.”

Michael stopped, his expression becoming anxious.

After Molly went in, she came out after a short while, her face pale and her steps unsteady.

“What’s wrong?” Seeing her in bad shape, concern appeared on Michael’s cold face.

Molly tried to speak, but she couldn’t say a single word.

She thought of what the doctor had just told her.

“Miss Walker, your report shows that the previous Down Syndrome Screening was high risk. I suggest you undergo amniocentesis or non-invasive DNA testing.”

As a pregnant woman, her cell phone’s big data had already recommended various pregnancy risks and benefits to her.

Among them, Down Syndrome Screening was the first hurdle in prenatal care.

Seeing Molly’s trembling body, Michael held her hand tightly and led her outside.

Various pregnant women were sitting in the hall, and their curious eyes followed the handsome couple as they left.

Michael supported Molly onto a chair, squatting in front of her with a gentle expression.

“Don’t be afraid, we’ll face it together.”

Looking at Michael’s handsome face, Molly’s eyes reddened, and her nose felt sour.

She bit her lip, closed her eyes, and handed him the report.

“High risk for Down Syndrome Screening, our baby… might be a Down Syndrome child.”

Michael took the report, not even looking at it, and put it aside, “Let’s try another hospital.”

Even with a high risk in Down Syndrome Screening, the accuracy rate was only seventy percent.

Molly looked down, neither agreeing nor refusing.

She knew that the Down Syndrome Screening might not necessarily be accurate, but she was very scared now.

What if it is confirmed? Was she really going to have an abortion?