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

Since she clarified those things in front of the family, she knew that Michael Gallagher’s character had changed significantly.

He used to be melancholic, like a piece of ice that never melts.

Since the two expressed their feelings, the icy mountain that had been motionless for thousands of years finally began to shift.

Hearing Samuel Richardson mention Xavier Gallagher, Molly felt a sudden stab of pain at her heart and her fingers trembled slightly.

The first time Xavier Gallagher “died,” he hoped that Michael would take care of Isabelle Richardson. Out of respect for his deceased brother, Michael had tolerated Isabelle for so many years.

When Xavier Gallagher died for the second time, he still hoped that Michael would let Isabelle go.

But Xavier Gallagher never realized that the shackles on Michael’s body were heavier than anyone else’s.

Molly raised her eyelids and glanced at Michael, just as he also looked at her.

“Isabelle’s life and death have nothing to do with me.” Michael Gallagher pursed his lips, his eyes grew shadowy and his voice cold.

“Alright, alright. So it has nothing to do with you. My grandchild is still in your Gallagher family. If not for the monk’s sake, at least for Buddha’s sake. Aren’t you afraid that when Bailey grows up, he’ll hate you?”

“Not afraid.” Michael Gallagher hooked his lips into a cold smile. “If he hates me, he won’t come forward to testify against Isabelle.”

Thinking of his grandson testifying in court, Samuel Richardson became so angry he felt dizzy.

From the moment Michael Gallagher appeared, he knew that he would get no satisfaction today.

In fact, he had no other demands, only hoping that Isabelle would not have any accidents in prison.

Ever since Samuel Richardson found out that the baby Phoebe was carrying was not Daniel Thompson’s, he lost a lot of leverage.

And recently, the Gallagher Group has been fiercely competing with his company for projects, making the company’s situation increasingly difficult.

“Fine, one of you has done bad things and won’t admit it; the other is cold and heartless. Are you taking advantage of my age and thinking that I can’t do anything to you?” Samuel Richardson’s eyes widened, and the crow’s feet around his eyes deepened. “Let me tell you, if anything happens to Isabelle, I will not spare you!”

Since Emma Smith had left the Richardson family in rebellion, Samuel Richardson found that Isabelle was an even better daughter.

Although she was willful, reckless, and often made mistakes, she was obedient and respectful to him.

As for Emma Smith, he could no longer rely on or even dare to hope for anything from her.

Just then, a ringing sound broke the silence.

Molly picked up the phone and when she heard a certain message, shock appeared on her face.

Without waiting for her to speak, Samuel Richardson also received a call from his assistant.

“Mr. Richardson … the heiress had an accident.”

Samuel Richardson’s heart skipped a beat, and he immediately had a bad premonition.

“She … the heiress … she’s dead.”

There was a “boom” in Samuel Richardson’s ears.

He stared at the speaker in disbelief, hardly daring to believe what he had just heard.

“Mr. Richardson, the news is true. We’d better return to Sunnydale early and prepare for her funeral.”

Without daring to say more, the assistant hung up the phone.

Samuel Richardson was stunned on the spot by the news.

Was his daughter really gone?

He wanted to call back and ask, but he lacked the courage to do so.

That assistant had been with him for many years, and he knew the assistant would not joke about such matters.

Molly looked at Samuel Richardson’s expression and guessed he knew about the news as well.

Isabelle was dead.

She had been killed by a mob in prison in a very subtle way, and nobody even knew who the murderer was.

Those people were all facing heavy sentences and were not afraid of the consequences at all.

Upon hearing the news of Isabelle’s death, Molly was momentarily unable to react.

She had envisioned Isabelle’s ending countless times, each time hoping she would pay with her life. But now that she knew Isabelle was dead, there was an inexplicable sense of emptiness in the depths of her heart.

The evidence had long been prepared, and all that was left was for the court to announce its verdict.

Isabelle had not even waited for the verdict to be handed down before she died.

Molly looked at Samuel Richardson, who had aged in an instant, and remained calm.

The sight of an old man burying a young one was a tales of woe, but wasn’t Isabelle’s ending also the result of Samuel Richardson’s actions?

Michael Gallagher also received the news.

He looked at Molly with a calm expression.

At that moment, Emma Smith managed to break free from the bodyguards and ran away without looking back.

“Let’s go.”

Michael Gallagher held Molly’s hand and gently wrapped his arm over her shoulder.

Molly’s empty heart settled, and she left with him.

Samuel Richardson still stood there, seemingly unable to accept the reality.

The news of Isabelle’s death in prison received extensive media coverage.

Given Isabelle’s previous behavior, the public held no affection for her. There were even rumors about her being sexually assaulted and killed.

People who knew about the news came to ask Molly immediately.

Elizabeth Aitken called to ask, “Molly, is that woman really dead?”

Molly was somewhat surprised when she received Elizabeth’s call: “You finally deigned to call me?”

Ever since the incident when Jake Leaford deceived her, Elizabeth Aitken had disappeared.

Jake Leaford had asked Molly to look into it, but Molly had refused every time.

Since her best friend wanted to break off that relationship, Molly would support her.

Last time, Molly had helped Elizabeth hide her identity and settled in Capital City, but this time, Elizabeth hadn’t even informed Molly of her whereabouts.

“I’m sorry, Molly. The thing with Jake Leaford was too much of a blow for me. I needed some time by myself. But don’t worry, I’ve thought it through.” Elizabeth’s tone was light, not letting on what had happened during her absence. “I’ll come back tomorrow, and we can meet to catch up. I’ll also give you the relocation compensation I owe you.”

The last time Molly had asked her to invest in property, the remainder of the relocation compensation had arrived; Elizabeth would only feel at ease if she handed it over to Molly in person.

“Alright, I have something to tell you, too.”

Elizabeth was her best friend, and Molly no longer wanted to hide her relationship with Michael Gallagher or her identity at “W” from her.

“Isabelle is indeed dead; I just found out myself.” Recently, Molly had not kept up with Isabelle’s situation, waiting for the court to punish her properly. However, before the trial could even begin, Isabelle was gone.

“It’s true, then. She reaped what she sowed. Even the heavens couldn’t bear to keep her and decided to take her life.” Elizabeth Aitken had a deep hatred for Isabelle, and learning that she was now dead brought a sense of indescribable satisfaction.

Isabelle had committed numerous atrocities, and the law might not even have punished her with death. Her accidental death in prison brought great satisfaction to many people.

“Molly, you’ve finally avenged your grandmother!”

Elizabeth Aitken was happy for her.

Thinking of her grandmother, Molly’s heart was filled with bitterness.

The only person she had ever owed anything to in her life was her grandmother; her grandmother had raised her for much of her life, yet Molly had never been able to repay her.

On the contrary, she had relied on her grandmother to gain Stephen Crane’s property.

Suddenly, an idea flashed through Molly’s mind.