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

Chapter 124: Marry either Harry Lambert or Jeremy Norman

Translator: 549690339

Jake Leaford couldn’t quite understand Michael Gallagher.

Although Molly Walker is not a good woman, Isabelle Richardson is definitely a bad woman!

At such a young age, she’s playing with people’s lives. Such people are bound to get into trouble sooner or later.

Such a ruthless woman, it is very likely that she was the one behind Mrs. Walker’s incident.

“Aren’t you afraid that Molly will hate you if you do this?” Jake Leaford raised an eyebrow. Privately, he hoped his brother would stop helping Isabelle

Richardson. This woman was like a bottomless pit. Who knows if one day Michael Gallagher would become an accomplice.

Michael Gallagher leaned on the bed calmly, “We’re already divorced. Does it matter if she hates me or not?”

He even hoped that if she truly hated him, that would at least mean she cared about him.

But did she care?

She was ready to be with Jeremy Norman, so it didn’t matter whether she hated him or not.

Michael Gallagher squinted his eyes, his deep voice seemed incredibly ruthless, “Isabelle Richardson is Bailey Gallagher’s mother. Her imprisonment isn’t good for Bailey.”

“That’s not the main reason, is it?” Jake Leaford saw through him, “I remember you once said that Isabelle Richardson was the woman you would protect with your life. Does that still hold true now?” Michael Gallagher did not respond.

Silence was his acceptance.

The person outside the door couldn’t bear to listen anymore, they leaned against the wall and walked a few steps before slowly squatting down.

A woman protected by his life, huh!

So, could she easily take away someone else’s life?

Michael Gallagher’s indifference in saying “What does it matter if she hates me?” made her feel that marrying him in the first place was a joke.

What kind of man was she in love with!

If she could turn back time, she definitely wouldn’t have married him.

“Miss Walker, why are you here?”

A hospital nurse who had given her injections previously asked her, noticing her pale face as she squatted down and hurried over to help her.

Molly Walker managed a weak smile, but shortly after, she clasped her stomach and her body went limp. “Miss Walker!”

“Help! Someone’s fainted over here!”

She was woken up by the noises of the quarrel.

Groggily, she heard questions being thrown from all directions. “I heard Miss Thompson was pregnant, is that true?” “I remember she divorced Mr. Gallagher, is the baby his?”

“Are they planning to remarry?”

Not knowing how these reporters got in, Damian Thompson sternly ordered the security to drive these people out. However, more and more people continued to disguise their way inside.

Molly Walker woke up and looked around, she was alone.

It seemed she had been moved to a different bed.

Holding her stomach, she turned to Joshua Thompson, “My baby…”

“It should be fine for now.” Joshua Thompson’s face looked somewhat solemn, “The doctor said it was fortunate that it happened in the hospital. The next time might not be so lucky, so you can’t wander around when your pregnancy is unstable.”

Molly Walker remained silent.

Joshua Thompson handed her a peeled apple, “Eat!”

Molly Walker smiled wryly before taking a bite.

She was indeed a bit impulsive. It was a huge mistake eavesdropping on Michael Gallagher and letting it upset her.

Outside, convoys of reporters continued to come, even daring to rush in. “Miss Thompson, can we ask you a few clarification questions?”

“The Gallagher family would rather recognize Isabelle Richardson’s child than yours. Does this mean the child is not his, but rather some other man’s?”

“We heard you and Harry Lambert were quite close and even dated. Is the baby

“Miss Thompson, can you answer that?”

Molly Walker absentmindedly nibbled on the apple in her hand, letting these words go in one ear and out the other.

Joshua Thompson was so furious that his face turned iron blue, and he walked over with clenched fists.

Suddenly, a reporter shrieked, “Quick, look at Harry Lambert’s eBay post!” “Oh my gosh, he said the child in Ivy Thompson’s womb is his!”

Molly Walker’s hand, which was holding an apple, trembled, and the apple fell onto the quilt.

At this point, Joshua Thompson made it to the door, forcefully pushing everyone back and roared, “This is a hospital. Are you willing to risk bankruptcy should I sue?”

His threat caused a few reporters to retreat, but some fearless ones remained outside the door, trying to get more photos.

“Miss Thompson, Harry Lambert said the child is his, is that true?”

“Miss Thompson, do you realize this will shake up the entertainment industry?”

Harry Lambert was the current heartthrob, the most popular male celebrity in the entertainment industry. Moreover, he was talented. From looks to abilities, he was close to flawless.

Among the effeminate celebrities, he stood out, like a fresh breeze in the entertainment industry.

And such a man had admitted publicly that Ivy’s child was his.

What did that mean? It implied that Ivy Thompson was more important than his future. He had given up capital for Ivy, or rather, he chose to go against the capital.

Seeing that some reckless ones were still asking questions, Joshua threw a punch at the closest and most fearless person.

That reporter didn’t expect Joshua to take action, and was left dazed after being hit.

The person who was hit let out a wail, crouching on the ground. The disturbance suddenly died down, and then, a shrill scream echoed:

“Joshua Thompson hit someone!”

“Someone call the police. There’s assault happening here!”

Damian Thompson stood in front of Joshua, preventing him from resorting to more drastic measures.

He surveyed the crowd.

These people seem to be sneakily with a strong purpose. Someone likely hired them to stir up trouble on purpose.

He knew that some unscrupulous media personnel would do such tasks for money.

Joshua Thompson was too furious to think about all of this, his fists itching with rage.

What’s up with Harry Lambert? Could anyone casually claim to be the father of the child in his sister’s womb?

Not to mention him, even Molly was finding it hard to accept.

She understood Harry Lambert’s intentions; he wanted to divert attention to himself. But wasn’t the price too high?

Molly frowned, her face full of worry.

Before she could catch her breath, more shrill screams came from outside,

“Holy shit, Jeremy Norman also posted on eBay.”

“Minutes after Harry Lambert’s post, Jeremy Norman also posted saying the child was his.”

“Oh my, is a love triangle in progress?”

“So dramatic and exciting!”

Hearing Jeremy Norman’s claim that the child was his, Molly felt her heart tremble violently. The continuous shrieks made her head buzz.

If it was only Harry Lambert claiming to be the father, that would be manageable. But now there was another man claiming to be the baby’s dad. They were literally picking on her.

Molly gripped her hand, and her lips turned pale.

The noise from outside grew louder, and just then, the hospital sent more security personnel.

Finally, the door was closed, shutting out the noise.

Molly raised her head and met Damian Thompson’s sympathetic gaze. Feeling helpless, she said, “There’s no way I can avoid this, is there?”

Damian smirked and nodded, “Jeremy Norman most likely didn’t see Harry

Lambert’s eBay post when he posted.”

Since both posts happened within minutes, it created a big misunderstanding.

Whose child was it anyway?

Suddenly, the pressure shifted to her.

Molly knew she couldn’t run away anymore. She had to give an answer.

Otherwise, neither Harry Lambert’s fans nor those from the Norman family would let her off.

“Jeremy Norman or Harry Lambert, who do you choose?” Damian asked.

Who to choose?

Molly’s face scrunched up. Her brother’s message was clear: whomever she chose, she would have to marry him..

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