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

A cup was hurled towards her face, silencing her abruptly.

Phoebe covered her face, hissing in pain through gritted teeth.

Amanda Leaford primed to throw a second cup, but Phoebe screamed and dodged it.

“Amanda Leaford, I am a pregnant woman now. If you hurt me, I can sue you and get you sent to prison, do you believe me?” Phoebe was taken aback, never expecting Amanda Leaford to lash out so suddenly.

Recalling Amanda Leaford’s previous unpredictable behavior, Phoebe felt a pang of dread.

Would this madwoman actually fight to the death with her?

No sooner had she finished pondering this, than Amanda rose, retrieving a mop from nearby and approached her.

Phoebe screamed and attempted to dodge left and right.

The other people in the room watched Amanda Leaford lay into Phoebe, but no one made a move to stop her.

Amanda wielded the mop, aiming it towards Phoebe’s face.

Drops of water dashed onto Phoebe’s face, causing her stomach to lurch.

The mop appeared to be an old-fashioned one, still damp on top, freshly placed next to the toilet, likely used to clean the toilet floor tiles.

The water on the mop was probably mixed with some unclean content from the toilet.

Seeing the dirty mop swooping down onto her own face, Phoebe was filled with righteous indignation.

She assumed that Amanda Leaford would show some restraint, knowing that she was pregnant. She didn’t expect her to retaliate this furiously.

She forgot that Amanda Leaford was, after all, unstable mentally.

“Amanda Leaford, you crazy woman!”

Phoebe retreated, hands covering her face.

“Yes, I am crazy. Today, I am going to beat you, a lowly woman, to death!” Amanda Leaford could no longer restrain her simmering anger; she was determined to give this woman a taste of her fury.

She didn’t really care about what Phoebe had said, nor did she care about whose child she was carrying. But it annoyed her that this woman so indiscriminately provoked Ivy.

As a mother, she would not tolerate this despicable woman insulting her daughter to her face.

She would mete out the punishment herself, beat this vile woman to death.

Phoebe screamed and attempted to run towards the door. Amanda gestured at the bodyguards with a flick of her eyes.

“Close the door. Today, I am going to discipline this bitch properly.”

“Amanda Leaford, are you out of your mind? I’m pregnant!” Phoebe screamed in anger, “I’m carrying Daniel Thompson’s child. Do you plan on killing this baby with your own hands?”

“Yes, I want to kill you with my own hands,” Amanda sneered as she advanced on Phoebe, “I’ll teach you a lesson today. If the baby is miscarried, then I’ll take the responsibility. If not, I’ll make sure you’re beaten within an inch of your life.”

“One life, I can afford to lose.”

Amanda left the mop and picked up a broom from the toilet, sweeping the dirty toilet floor to further antagonize Phoebe.

Seeing the broom soaked with dirty water, Phoebe covered her mouth, almost vomiting on the spot.

Phoebe surveyed the room, only to find Molly unmoved, sitting on the bed and staring blankly at her.

As for James Leaford, he was standing to one side, gazing absently out of the window.

Phoebe felt her heart plummet.

She remembered Molly’s status.

If Molly’s influence in the “W” organization was taken into consideration, any harm done to Amanda Leaford could be minimized, at most requiring a settlement. There was no risk to her life.

Molly had more than enough money in the “W” organization to afford an ample sum.

Considering this, Phoebe regretted acting impulsively and provoking them.

If Amanda Leaford’s condition was triggered leading to her losing her life, what would she do?

Phoebe was frightened, fleeing towards the door as if possessed.

“Help, help…”

The bodyguard stopped her and covered her mouth.

Amanda Leaford was approaching her, carrying the mop and smirking coldly.

“Mmm… Mmm…”

Phoebe’s eyes welled up with tears, her whole body trembling in fear.

She was scared, really scared.

The people in this room, she wasn’t capable of messing with any of them.

She was filled with regret.

She should never have come today…

Horrifying scenarios played out in Phoebe’s mind.

Just then.

“Stop!”

Gillian Thompson and Nicholas Thompson rushed in.

“Mom, stop, please…” Nicholas Thompson quickly held Amanda, who was fuming with rage, in his arms. “Mom, she’s pregnant, you can’t get physical.”

“Yes, Mum, she’s carrying Daddy’s child, a sibling for Nicholas, albeit with a different mother. If you impulsively cause a miscarriage, you risk being imprisoned!”, Gillian hobbled forward in a hurry and stood in front of Phoebe. She glared at the bodyguards and barked angrily, “Aren’t you going to let her go? Do you want to go to prison?”

The bodyguards remained silent. They didn’t release her, instead, they turned their gaze towards Amanda, waiting for her orders.

Turning towards Molly, Gillian inhaled deeply and said, “Sister, please reason with Mum. You know the law well. Her actions will only bring harm to herself. Do you want to see our Mum behind bars because of you?”

“Shut up.” Amanda interrupted her sharply, “you have no right to call her sister or even to call me Mum. Beating her up is my business. Today, I will kill this vile woman. Anyone who dares to stop me will have to face the same consequences.”

Gillian pallor grew and she subconsciously cast a glance at Nicholas.

Nicholas said with a stern air, “Mom, I understand you are angry because she is carrying Dad’s child. Yet, we should rely on the legal system to resolve these issues, not resort to violence. It will only result in our losing the lawsuit. No matter how satisfying it is to vent your anger, it’s not the right approach.”

Looking at Molly, he frowned and said, “Ivy, considering that she is your mother, how could you just stand by and watch her irrational behavior?”