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

Nicholas Thompson wanted to chastise her, but then he thought about it, this issue was not entirely her fault, so he took a deep breath and calmly said, “Come to the shopping mall across from the First Hospital. Gabriel is doing something reckless.”

“Reckless?” Molly scoffed lightly, “What kind of crazy stunt is she pulling now? Threatening suicide again?”

Nicholas’s heart skipped a beat.

The last time, Gillian Thompson was as reckless as she is now, and ended up falling down a mountain, breaking her leg.

“If you want me to save her, I suggest you give up that idea. Even if she’s fooling around, even if she happens to die in front of me, I will not feel any waves of emotion.”

After Molly finished speaking, she quickly hung up the phone.

Nicholas wanted to call back, but given Molly’s attitude towards him, his hand felt as heavy as if it was tied down by a thousands pounds of sandbags.

He knew, this time it had nothing to do with Molly, it was Gillian’s own problem.

He looked at Gillian on the rooftop, his expression stern.

At this time, after Molly hung up the phone, she continued chatting with Stephen Crane. Just then, a crowd started gathering outside the window.

Molly thought about what Nicholas had said on the phone.

The place where she was currently, was right across that specific hospital.

Her cell phone vibrated. Harry Lambert had sent a message: Gillian is planning to jump from the building again, someone is live streaming it.

There was also a video attached to the message.

Molly clicked on it, and Gillian’s strained image came into view.

“Is this bitch Molly trying to kill me and the baby I’m carrying?!”

“My brother had already agreed to me, but he was threatened by Molly not to help me. Molly, if I die, you’ll be the one who killed me!”

Gillian was standing on the edge of the rooftop, her hair was fluttering in the wind as if she was about to fly like a butterfly.

Some people were shocked, some were recording, but most people were just watching the excitement.

Molly turned off the video, feeling like it was all a farce.

Every time Gillian did this, it was nothing more than a threat; to Nicholas, to Damian, and especially to her.

Gillian was pregnant, if anything really happened to her, others would only think Molly was jealous.

Initially, she didn’t want to get involved, but the moment Gillian stepped up there, it brought not only herself but her reputation, as well as the entire Thompson Family down with her.

Gillian really went all out for this.

“What’s wrong?” Stephen Crane noticed her frowning and asked with concern.

Without a second thought, Molly handed her cell phone to him, showing Harry Lambert’s message.

After the video, Stephen Crane’s wrinkles deepened, and his slightly cloudy eyes instantly flashed with a cold light.

At his age, having experienced so many things, of course he knew what Gillian was doing.

“Don’t worry about this, I’ll take care of it.”

Stephen Crane made a phone call to someone, and soon enough, Gillian was being carried down from the rooftop on a stretcher.

Ethan Hopkins was by Gillian’s side, constantly calling her name, looking very flustered.

The other onlookers obviously didn’t understand what was going on, until someone whispered:

“Apparently the SWAT officer was training on the rooftop and had an anaesthetic gun on him, and he managed to hit her with it.”

“An anaesthetic gun, is it even okay to shoot a person with that? She’s pregnant, wouldn’t it harm the baby?”

“No matter the impact, her life needs to be saved first, didn’t you see she almost jumped?”

“So funny, she couldn’t jump and ended up anaesthetised by SWAT, this is utterly embarrassing.”

“Well, she brought it upon herself, not even caring about her own life, she wouldn’t care about losing face.”

…

Hearing that Gillian was hit by an anaesthetic gun, Molly smirked, unable to hold back her laughter.

If Gillian woke up, she probably wouldn’t be able to accept this reality.

What a coincidence it was, Gillian attempted suicide, and happened to run into a SWAT officer training.

Molly guessed that Mr. Crane was probably behind all this.

Molly had never doubted Stephen Crane’s capabilities. True, she was part of “W,” but Stephen Crane’s connections were probably not inferior to “W.” After all, given his international status, many would give him some respect.

But Molly did not expect him to settle the situation with just one phone call.

Molly raised her eyebrows, crossed her arms, and watched calmly as Gillian was being loaded onto an ambulance.

Ethan Hopkins was by her side, looking very good, and anyone who didn’t know better would have thought that he was truly upset by the situation.

From the moment Gillian had stepped onto the rooftop, to when she attempted to jump, and finally getting shot by an anaesthetic gun, the entire process didn’t exceed an hour.

She could almost imagine, when Gillian woke up from the anesthesia, she might become even more restless.

After all, this kind of attempted suicide was probably the most embarrassing in history.

“You did this, didn’t you?”

Nicholas Thompson’s voice resounded in Molly’s ear.

Nicholas didn’t follow Gillian into the ambulance. His face, exposed to the cold, desolate wind, turned somewhat pale.

He was handsome, when compared with Damian, he had an additional gleam of sunshine, and lacked the flamboyant features of Joshua Thompson.

Nicholas’s features leaned more towards a traditional style, concealing a ray of sunshine within his low-key demeanor.

People around seemed to be attracted by them, both men and women were secretly glancing at them.

Nicholas glanced around and frowned in displeasure – there were too many idle people here.

He was afraid the events of today wouldn’t be easily suppressed.

“Gabriel is pregnant, anaesthetics might harm the fetus.” Nicholas lowered his voice, his words carrying a hint of displeasure.

Molly smiled lightly, her voice soft and tender.

With this smile, her eyes radiated an extreme charm that immediately shattered the coldness.

“Harmful? Hah.” Molly neither admitted nor denied. “She was about to jump off the building, almost killing two lives, and you’re still thinking about the baby in her belly?”

In her breezy words, a hint of sarcasm and ridicule sat, the corners of her mouth lifting slightly, her mood seeming to be bright.

Gillian was about to commit suicide because of her, but the person in question remained calm and collected, clearly enjoying the show.

The anger he had been suppressing suddenly surged again.

“Gabriel attempted suicide because of you.” Nicholas’s tone was icy cold. “I know you don’t like her, but she’s still a human life. If Gabriel really gets into trouble, it will affect your reputation and future. Can you live in peace knowing that you’re responsible for her death? Right now, the way the public opinion sees it is very subtle. As the successor of Mr. Crane, even if you don’t consider yourself, you should at least consider Mr. Crane.”

In Nicholas’s view, Molly’s approach was very risky.

If Gillian really did die, at first, no one would say anything, but as time went on, public opinion would most likely reverse, and people might blame Molly for verbal abuse, causing Gillian’s death.

He was a lawyer and he knew what the audience wanted to see, how the media would play with the flow of information, and in the end, the one who would suffer would be Molly.

Molly did not expect that he was not considering Gillian this time, but her.

Her indifferent expression turned cold. “You’re overthinking.”

“Gillian’s life isn’t that important to me.”