The Ex-husband Wants to Get Power Every Day After the Divorce-Chapter 40 - : Chapter 40: Whose mouth are you trying to silence?
Chapter 40: Chapter 40: Whose mouth are you trying to silence?
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Amanda Leaford was standing by the door, her gaze fixed on her.
Gillian Thompson picked up the phone, pretending to be calm and walked over to support her. “You could have called out for me if you want to find me, why did you come here yourself?”
While speaking, she was keenly observing Amanda’s expressions, wanting to know how much she had heard.
Although Amanda had a mental illness and often forgot things, if she overheard the words Gillian had just said, it risks being exposed.
It was Isabelle Richardson who ordered the hit, even if it came to light, she could push the blame on Isabelle. But if the Thompson family discovered her involvement in the background, she could be driven out the door before Ivy Thompson returns.
The Thompson family bestowed upon her status and money, she didn’t want all of it to be ephemeral.
Amanda looked at her, anxiously asking, ‘Gabby, what were you saying about your Third brother just now? Has something happened to him?”
Hearing these words, a shudder ran through Gillian
She made an effort to find her voice to comfort Amanda, “Third brother is fine, he just made some mischief and Dad is handling it.”
If Amanda knew Joshua was in trouble, it could be a shock to her.
Right now, she just wanted to reassure Amanda.
“That… Mom, did you hear anything else?” she gripped her hands tighter turning paler.
She hoped Amanda hadn’t heard anything, or else…
“Heard what?” Amanda took an innocent look at her and asked, “Oh, are you talking about something as cover up?”
Amanda thought for a moment, cautiously asked, “Gabby, what does cover-up mean? Whose mouth are you shutting?”
Gillian’s face stiffened.
Amanda’s hearing seemed exceptionally good today.
“Did I say something wrong?” Detecting the unpleasant atmosphere, Amanda quickly tried to please her, “Don’t be angry, it’s my fault.”
A cold flicker passed through Gillian’s eyes as she embraced Amanda, gently asking, “No problem, but Mom, can you promise me not to tell anyone about what you heard today? Not even Dad or my brothers.”
Amanda thought for a moment and then nodded her head, “Okay, I promise you.”
“Thank you, Mom.” Gillian replied with a relieved face, while her fingertips were buried deep into the flesh.
At the Civil Affairs Bureau.
Molly Walker and Michael Gallagher were sitting together being chastised by the staff.
“Domestic violence?” The staff member, a middle-aged woman, took another look at the documents in her hand, asked Molly.
Molly shook her head.
“Infidelity?” She asked again.
Molly remained silent.
The staff member continued to ask: “Who cheated?”
Michael and Molly exchanged glances and awkwardly looked away.
“l have to clarify, nowadays young people like you, fight and want to divorce, then reconcile and remarry, you are creating a lot of unnecessary work for us.” The middle-aged woman adjusted her glasses, looked them up and down, and then added, “Such a handsome man and beautiful woman, both so young, don’t just go around divorcing. The birth rate is already low…”
Unexpectedly, they hit a snag at the place where they were supposed to get their wedding license.
Seeing that the two were unmoved and showed no signs of regret, the middle-aged woman threw another sentence at them: “There is a one-month cooling-off period for divorce. Come back after a month.”
“If you really can’t wait, file a lawsuit for divorce and let the court decide.”
The two walked out of the Civil Affairs Bureau empty-handed, both seemed a bit at a loss.
The sunlight was falling on them, somewhat warm but also equally dazzling.
“Should we file a divorce lawsuit?” Molly asked.
“No need, let’s wait a month.’
“Wouldn’t it delay your marriage to Isabelle?” She remembered that both of them were already discussing marriage.
If they wait another month, Isabelle might go crazy.
Michael remained silent as she casually discussed his and Isabelle’s marriage.
Molly kindly reminded, “l think you should still file for a divorce.”
Isabelle didn’t seem like a person who could wait.
A coldness came over Michael’s face, “Didn’t you say you don’t like her?”
Molly Walker asked, puzzled, “What’s the relationship between these two issues?”
Michael Gallagher clenched his lips, feeling an unspeakable agitation in his heart.
Perhaps there was no relationship, but she disliked Isabelle Richardson, shouldn’t she also hope that he doesn’t marry her?
“Shouldn’t you wish for us not to be together since you do not like her?” He remembered how angry she was when he was with Isabelle before. But now, her calm demeanor made him feel uncomfortable.
As if he had lost something very important.
Hearing his words, Molly laughed.
“l did hate to see you two together before. But now, due to our mother-in-law’s ill health and her wish for you two to marry, 1 don’t want to obstruct. Besides, dealing with Isabelle should be my responsibility.”
He was about to marry Isabelle. Molly, who was getting divorced from him, had no right to demand that he take her side.
If it was mutual affection, she could question him, but he didn’t love her at all.
What right does she have to make such a request then?
More importantly, he had already chosen to stand with Isabelle Richardson.
The two of them would inevitably meet in court. Rather than feeling miserable at that point, it’s better to sever the ties now with a swift clean cut.
Hearing her words of disappointment, Michael Gallagher wanted to explain, but the words got stuck in his chest.
What was there to explain, that he wasn’t with Isabelle right now?
Yet he knew he is destined not to abandon Isabelle in this lifetime.
He looked at her deeply and said softly, “You saw Samuel Richardson’s tactics too.”
His cold reminder, “Once you divorce me, he won’t let you go off so easily.”
“Then let him come at me.” Molly’s lips curled up into a smile, radiant and dazzling in the sunlight.
She feared nothing.
Michael Gallagher believed that she really was not afraid.
Thinking of the way she calmly walked out of the Richardson family’s villa that day, his lips curled up slightly. , “If there’s anything I can help you with, feel free to ask. After all…
He paused: “We are indeed married.”
Molly raised an eyebrow slightly: “l thought you were in cahoots with Samuel Richardson.’
“No..” Michael Gallagher frowned, as if recalling something, and an uneasy look flashed across his face.
Unaware of what the beef was between him and Samuel Richardson, she wasn’t curious and did not probe further.
“You can leave first, I have other things to attend to.” Molly glimpsed at her cell phone and waved him off.
Watching Molly walk away without looking back, Michael Gallagher inexplicably called out to stop her: “Molly.”
Molly stood still, turned around, and smiled lightly: “Hmm?”
Her ethereal features seemed like a masterpiece from the hands of a goddess. Her black hair gleamed under the sunlight, loosely tied up. A strand of hair playfully jumped out, caressing her collarbone.
“Nothing…”
His eyes deepened, and his low husky voice echoed a sense of helplessness and unwillingness.
He wanted to ask her if they could avoid the divorce, but when the words reached his lips, he swallowed them back down again.
“l need to go.”
He staggered slightly, and almost seemed to be running away in a panic.
Molly lowered her head, covering the spot over her heart, and laughed helplessly.
It seemed like this place had grown accustomed to the pain, so numb that It had lost all feeling.
She composed herself, and pressed a button on her phone.
Soon, an excited male voice came from the other end: “Molly, you finally consented to contact me!”
“Help me investigate someone when you have time.”
“Who?”
“The truck driver who hit Joshua Thompson..”
