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

5 Chapter 5: Is this the result you wanted?
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Isabelle’s tears fell heavily: “Michael, look, she’s always like this. She hurts people and doesn’t know it, and she always pretends to be innocent.”

Michael looked at Isabelle’s wound and thought about the message the assistant had told him, frowning heavily.

Isabelle was the only daughter of the Richardson family. The last time Holly blamed Isabelle, the Richardson family heard it and were preparing to sue Holly.

As for this wound, it would likely leave a scar, and the Richardson family would not let the matter end easily.

He looked at Holly, his gaze growing colder: “Apologize.”

“What did you say?”

Apologize?

Holly couldn’t believe what she heard: “It was her who bumped into it…”

“If you hadn’t dodged, she wouldn’t have hit the fish tank.” Michael frowned, as if he couldn’t understand her unreasonable behavior.

So he saw it.

Should she have not dodged and let Isabelle bully her instead?

This was blatant favoritism.

Holly’s heart trembled violently, her gaze gradually turning towards Michael, and for the first time, she felt that his handsome face was utterly unfamiliar and terrifying.

She looked at Michael like she was looking at an executioner: “What if I don’t apologize?”

“Then you’ll never leave the Gallagher family house again.” Michael’s tone was cold, as if stating a plain fact.

Those words had two meanings.

One was that she couldn’t escape a marriage and life would be worse than death; the other was that she would be eternally retaliated against by the Gallagher family.

Michael Gallagher, she never thought you could be so ruthless.

Holly felt as if her heart had a big hole torn through it, with every breath, cold, searing pain rushed in.

She really couldn’t resist the power of the Gallagher and Richardson families.

After all, she was just an orphan, wasn’t she?

Her eyes reddened, and she stared determinedly at Michael.

“Fine, I apologize.”

She suddenly laughed.

Laughing and laughing, tears streamed down her face.

“Isabelle, I’m sorry.”

Grandmother, I’m sorry. Your granddaughter is incompetent and has caused your death.

Grandmother, I’m sorry. Your granddaughter will seek justice for you.

With every word of apology, it was like a steel knife piercing her organs.

It seemed only such dull pain could sober her up.

Holly, you can’t cry! You can’t cry in front of these scumbags!

She bit her lip hard and stared down the tears in her eyes.

Unable to stay any longer, she turned and stumbled away. At this moment, someone walked in from outside.

“Miss Walker.”

It was a gently-faced caregiver in uniform.

“You said you saw Isabelle make my grandmother die, didn’t you?” Michael’s voice came from behind her, cold as an icy pool and piercing to the heart. “Let’s confront her face to face.”

What did this mean?

Was he really willing to give her grandmother justice?

Holly’s heart raced wildly.

“Will you believe her words?” She asked Michael.

If he was willing to believe the caregiver’s words, then there was a chance for her grandmother to get justice.

Michael didn’t answer her, he just turned to ask the caregiver: “Was it you who said Isabelle caused my grandmother’s death?”

The air went silent, and you could hear a pin drop.

Holly could hear her own heartbeat, “thump, thump, thump”, like it was about to jump out of her throat.

She looked at the equally nervous caregiver and gently reassured her: “Don’t be afraid, just repeat what you told me before.”

The caregiver seemed encouraged and took a deep breath, her face flushed, “No, I never said that.”

With a “click” sound, Molly Walker’s heart sank to the bottom.

“You clearly said last time that when Isabelle Richardson left, my grandmother fell down. Why are you changing your story now?”

“Miss Walker, I never said such a thing. There’s no ‘changing my story’.”

Isabelle’s smugness, Michael Gallagher’s indifference, and the caregiver’s words were like a basin of cold water, drenching her completely.

“Did someone threaten you?” Molly struggled to stay calm.

The caregiver shook her head with a mournful expression, “No one threatened me, Miss Walker. Please don’t force me to accuse Miss Richardson, I can’t do such a thing against my conscience. I can’t afford to offend the Richardson family, please let me go, Miss Walker…”

The caregiver bowed deeply to her.

Molly suddenly felt cold, from her feet to her thighs, from her fingers to her shoulder blades, completely chill.

Staring at the caregiver until her eyes became sore, the latter only dodged her gaze and didn’t speak again.

The caregiver didn’t plan to tell the truth anymore.

No wonder Isabelle and Michael dared to confront her with the caregiver by their side. They had already arranged a trap, waiting for her to jump into it.

Molly looked at Michael with red eyes, “Is this the result you wanted?”

Now she had one less piece of evidence to accuse Isabelle due to the caregiver’s betrayal.

“You must have paid quite a bit of hush money.”

Molly’s words frightened the caregiver so much that her legs went soft, almost kneeling down.

“Miss Walker, you must speak with a conscience. I didn’t take any money. On the contrary, you, don’t force me to falsely accuse Miss Richardson anymore.”

“Molly, are you planning to extort a confession by torture?” Isabelle hid on the side, shivering with anger.

At this moment, Doctor Leaford came in and quickly bandaged Isabelle and Michael.

Molly knew that staying here would be pointless.

She looked at the caregiver and saw her shameless face, and had a rough guess in her heart.

Money can make the devil go away, let alone the Richardson family ranked top five in the city.

To curry favor with the powerful and avoid danger is human nature.

She didn’t blame the caregiver for choosing Isabelle, only blaming herself for being isolated and powerless.

But people can’t always be at a low point.

And the Richardson family can’t always be on top.

Molly suddenly straightened her back and walked away with big strides.

Watching her receding figure, Isabelle felt an inexplicable sense of palpitation.

She suddenly thought of a sentence: A person is most terrifying when they have nothing because they have nothing to lose.

The outdoor sunlight was dazzling, even though it was an early winter’s sunny day, it felt hotter than summer.

Outside the villa, a bright Lamborghini sports car was parked.

“Molly!” The man in the car suddenly waved at her. Seeing her unresponsive, he simply got out of the car and walked towards her.

The man had stunning features, including a diamond earring which was very eye-catching.

“Remember me?” Fearing she forgot him, he emphasized with a laugh, “I’m Joshua Thompson.”

Molly pursed her lips in silence. Of course, she recognized that this was the man from the bar.

Not wanting to get involved with him, Molly smiled slightly and walked to the side.

Joshua seemed to know what she was thinking and followed her closely.

“I know you don’t like Isabelle and I hate her too. How about we join hands?”

Molly stopped in her tracks, “Join hands?”

As expected, she was very concerned about Isabelle.

Joshua’s smile reached the bottom of his eyes, “I found out that Isabelle has been looking for a lawyer recently, trying to sue you for defamation and false accusation. Even if you meet her in court, with the Richardson family’s methods, you’ll most likely be the one going to prison.”

His words made Molly’s heart sink.

Laws require evidence. Now she didn’t have any solid evidence to counterattack Isabelle, but Isabelle could use the Richardson family’s money and power to make her suffer.

Fighting a lawsuit and finding evidence required money and connections, but these were the two things she lacked the most right now.

She looked at Joshua. Under his earnest gaze, she asked hoarsely, “What does the third son of the Thompson family want in cooperation?”