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

Chapter 39: You Don’t Have to Blame Yourself

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“Nicholas, calm down!” Damian hurriedly held him back, “This is an accident, no one wanted it to happen.”

Another hand came over, grabbed Nicholas’s hand, and forced it open.

It was Michael Gallagher.

With a cold face, he protected Molly Walker behind him, furrowed his brows, and his handsome face was gloomy: “Joshua Thompson’s car accident has nothing to do with her. She wasn’t in the car at that time.”

Nicholas snorted coldly, glared at Molly Walker fiercely, and quickly walked to the door of the emergency room.

Damian helplessly glanced at Michael Gallagher: “Sorry, my younger brother has a bad temper.”

Michael Gallagher faintly nodded, then turned to look at Molly Walker. Her eyes were red from crying.

When her grandmother passed away before, she had Isabelle Richardson to hate, but now that Joshua Thompson had an accident, only she was left to blame herself.

“Stop crying.” Michael Gallagher’s voice softened.

Even though she is crying for another man, he just couldn’t bear to see her suffer.

“l don’t want to cry either…” Molly wiped away her tears, but she couldn’t seem to control them no matter what.

Michael Gallagher sighed and just raised his hand.

Molly instinctively dodged it. and to ease the awkwardness. she stared

intently at the emergency room.

Michael Gallagher pursed his lips tightly.

After an unknown period of time, Joshua Thompson was finally pushed out from the inside.

The doctor took off his mask, spoke to Damian outside the door: “The patient is still in a coma and is not out of danger yet. The situation may improve or worsen later on, you need to be mentally prepared.”

Damian’s face was solemn, slightly tired under his gold-rimmed glasses: “Thank you, doctor.”

Michael Gallagher walked over and told them the message he found: “The truck used a fake license plate and ran away after the hit.”

Hearing this, the now-calm Nicholas Thompson’s face turned cold, and Damian’s face also sank.

“Thank you.” Damian looked deeply into his eyes.

There are some people with special connections who can find out the inside story firsthand, and Michael Gallagher is one of them.

There were rumors that after Xavier Gallagher’s death, Michael Gallagher became a different person.

From a carefree young master to the man in charge of the Gallagher family, with his own power, Michael Gallagher turned the tide of the chaotic situation within the family. It can be seen from the fact that he got this message first, how strong his power is.

Michael Gallagher sneered: “No need to thank me, but your brother blamed Joshua Thompson’s accident on someone else. Shouldn’t there be an explanation?”

Damian raised his eyebrows.

Is this standing up for Molly Walker?

It seems that Michael Gallagher is not entirely without feelings for Molly Walker.

Damian walked in front of Molly and looked at her swollen red eyes, softly said: “My brother was just worried about Joshua when he yelled at you. What happened to Joshua is an accident and has nothing to do with you. You don’t need to blame yourself.”

Molly gently “Hmm” in response, but her expression didn’t relax much.

There is still heartache.

Michael Gallagher watched her furrowing her brows, unwilling to relax, and lowered his eyes.

“Miss Walker, may I ask you a question?”

Molly looked at Damian and slowly nodded: “Go ahead.’

Damian saw that her voice was hoarse and could tell that she was genuinely worried about Joshua.

No matter what happened before, at this moment, her concern for Joshua was sincere.

Damian’s voice was gentle: “Did Joshua ever mention why he was going to pick you up?”

Molly was slightly startled, furrowed her brows, and tried to recall carefully.

It seemed that Joshua had mentioned the reason but also didn’t.

She recalled slowly, and Damian patiently waited.

“It seems like he said he wanted to tell me something, that some things couldn’t be clearly explained over the phone, and he needed to tell me in person.” Mollys words gradually brought the answer to Damian’s question to the surface.

If Joshua really said that, it meant that Molly was indeed their sister.

Joshua called them to tell them a piece of good news and was about to pick up Molly. He probably intended to bring Molly back home.

Joshua has long suspected that Molly was their sister, so given his character he probably would’ve taken something to get tested and would only then tell the others about it.

Even though the test results couldn’t be seen, the outcome was pretty much clear.

“Miss Walker, don’t worry, Joshua is lucky and has great fortune. He’ll be fine.” Not knowing how to comfort this young girl, Damian used Joshua as a way to reassure her.

Nicholas coldly glanced at the people on the side and said to Damian, “Joshua is still in danger, but you seem to know how to comfort people.”

Molly lowered her head.

Seeing her like this, Nicholas didn’t have the heart to say anything else.

“Let’s go,” Molly’s voice was light and breezy as she looked at Michael

Gallagher and said, “Finish with what has to be done.”

The matter pending was divorce.

Michael looked at Joshua briefly, wanting to say something to persuade her, but in the end, he tightened his lips.

Having experienced a life or death situation, she should be more determined to divorce and be with Joshua, right?

Thinking about how she took him out of the fire, Michael’s heart became increasingly soft.

She has always been such a considerate person.

Technically speaking, she has a ‘people-pleasing’ personality, who will

suppress their own nature for others’ sake.

She had undoubtedly endured a lot of grievances during their years of marriage.

Now, he finally had to let go.

“Let’s go,” he turned around and quickly walked forward.

He was afraid that if they waited any longer, he would become reluctant to let her go.

At the entrance of the hospital, Isabelle Richardson had just hung up the phone; her face was alarmingly pale. Her large autumn eyes were empty and lacked spiritedness.

Seeing Molly and Michael, Isabelle subconsciously asked, “Where are you going?”

Molly sneered, “Wherever you want us to go.”

Isabelle didn’t speak. They were getting divorced, which should’ve made her happy, but she had just received a call from that man, demanding seven hundred fifty thousand dollars for urgent use.

She couldn’t possibly come up with that amount of money in such a short time.

She thought of Gillian Thompson.

“You go and deal with it first. I have some other things to take care of, and I’ll come to celebrate with you later.” She quickly walked to the side, widening the distance between them.

Isabelle seemed somewhat suspicious behaving like this.

However, Molly had no energy to explore further, as she was eager to do something to cover up her inner anxiety.

Divorce would at least allow her numb heart to feel some pain.

As she watched Molly and Michael leave, Isabelle quickly dialed Gillian’s number.

“Hello, Gabriel, I’ve done what you asked me to do, but now I urgently need seven…”

Before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by Gillian’s furious voice: “What did you do? Did you arrange for someone to kill my Third brother? Isabelle, do you have a brain?”

Remembering that Joshua, whom she dearly loved, was still in danger, Gillian wished she could slap her right now.

“He’s my Third brother, not some random cat or dog. How could you be so thoughtless and play these life-threatening games?”

A bunch of words were thrown at her in a flurry. As Gillian kicked a chair nearby and helplessly sat down on a sofa, her anger slowly died down.

“Fine, it’s already done. Did you take care of everything cleanly?”

“I’m still dealing with it. The other side is asking for seven hundred fifty thousand dollars, and I can’t get that.”

Gillian’s anger flared up again, “Didn’t you set a price before you did this? Aren’t they clearly trying to blackmail you?”

“You’re no different from a pig-brained person!” She took a deep breath, “Anyway, as long as it keeps them quiet, give them whatever they want, and don’t let anyone in the family know I orchestrated this.”

“Otherwise, I can’t stay here any longer.”

As Gillian finished speaking, she suddenly felt a gaze piercing her back.

She turned around and saw a familiar face.

With a “plop” sound, the cell phone dropped to the ground.

“Mom, when did you…. come?”