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

Seeing this situation, Molly Walker’s lips curled up coldly: “What does Mr. Jenkins want to do? Play kidnapping?”

Mr. Jenkins laughed: “I heard that you had a fetal gas problem before. Our family has an old Chinese doctor who is good at treating this kind of issue. You’ll stay here for a few days, and if you need anything, you can talk to the housekeeper.”

Hearing this, Molly knew that Mr. Jenkins had no intention of letting her go.

If she stayed here, whether the baby would be secured or aborted was unknown. She could imagine that if the baby didn’t change his surname to Jenkins, Mr. Jenkins might keep her here forever.

“I don’t want to trouble Mr. Jenkins. I’m not used to living in someone else’s house.” She glanced coldly at the bodyguards, furrowing her brows.

There were seven or eight bodyguards, all of them strong and burly. They stood in front of her, revealing no gaps in their imposing presence.

Mr. Jenkins looked somber and ordered the bodyguards: “Take Miss Thompson to the second floor, and call for Doctor Parker to check on her.”

Molly’s heart skipped at the thought of a doctor examining her. Was he planning to deal with the baby on the spot?

Knowing her thoughts, a hint of cruelty appeared on Mr. Jenkins’s authoritative face: “Miss Thompson, you still have a chance to choose. Will the baby carry the Jenkins or the Gallagher surname? The choice is yours to make.”

Molly’s breath hitched.

She believed that if she said now that the baby would have the Gallagher surname, Mr. Jenkins’s next move would be to get rid of her child.

She knew Mr. Jenkins was ruthless, but she had never thought he would be this cruel.

The baby was not even three months old, yet he was willing to kill simply because of the baby’s surname.

Suddenly, the door was slammed open by someone, and a man walked in against the light. The sunlight was dazzling, gradually revealing a tall figure.

The sunlight fell on his face, casting a sharp radiance. His thin lips were tightly pursed, and the line of his jaw was as perfect as if it was sculpted by a knife.

Seeing the situation in the room, Michael Gallagher’s face turned slightly pale. He strode to Molly’s side in a few quick steps, shielding her behind him. His gloomy eyes were filled with barely concealed anger: “Grandfather, what are you doing?”

The purpose of having so many bodyguards present was obvious.

Thinking of the consequences if he had arrived a minute later, Michael’s arm around Molly trembled slightly.

He was supposed to meet Xavier Gallagher, but because he was worried about Molly, he came out despite his injuries.

He knew his grandfather’s character, and that he would do anything for the Jenkins family.

Seeing how Michael protected Molly, Mr. Jenkins’s face darkened: “I just wanted Doctor Parker to check on her and have her stay here for a few days. Why are you protecting her like this? Don’t forget that she has nothing to do with you now.”

If he were Zachary Jenkins, Molly would indeed have nothing to do with him now.

He glanced back at Molly. Her face was resolute, showing no signs of fear. When she noticed him looking at her, she silently turned her face away.

Michael pursed his lips and said to Mr. Jenkins: “She’s not used to living in someone else’s house. She can handle the child’s matters by going to the hospital herself. There’s no need for grandfather to worry about it.”

Having said that, he nodded towards the door: “It’s getting dark. You should go home early.”

Seeing him protect her, Molly’s face showed no expression, but her heart was filled with mixed emotions.

Looking at his tall figure, her nose inexplicably turned sour.

She had imagined this scene many times, but she never expected it to come true after their divorce.

She walked around the bodyguards towards the door.

Step by step, without looking back.

Mr. Jenkins wanted to stop her, but Michael spoke again, his voice icily cold: “If grandfather can’t respect her, then I don’t have to respect you either.”

Mr. Jenkins trembled.

Disrespecting him meant Michael would not acknowledge Zachary Jenkins’s identity.

As an old man who had already lost his only child, the most important thing for him was the continuation of his bloodline.

When it came to prioritizing his great-grandson over his grandson, Mr. Jenkins made the choice without hesitation.

Never mind, Ivy Thompson doesn’t want the baby to take the Jenkins name. The second and third children surely won’t have the Gallagher name either.

He looked at his stubborn grandson and sighed deeply.

This child was foolishly infatuated, unwilling to meet with prospective suitors or other women, determined to grow old with Ivy, who, on the contrary, showed no intention of remarrying.

“I’ve asked her, it’s almost impossible for you two to remarry. If you want to be with her, you can only marry her as Zachary Jenkins.”

Michael Gallagher’s eyes darkened slightly: “Thank you, grandfather. Before that, I hope you won’t interfere in our matters, and don’t keep trying to find a wife for that idiot Jerry Jenkins. Even if he has to marry, don’t target her family members.”

He knew that she had felt a lack of family affection for all these years. Once she experienced the warmth of family, she would do her best to protect it. She had a kind heart and was also defensive.

GoldernMaster’s face couldn’t hang onas his grandson warned him again and again: “What’s your attitude? I’m doing this for your own good. Although your brother is foolish, he also has the right to carry on the family line. We can’t deprive him of the possibility of starting a family. Zoey Lambert is outstanding, has a gentle personality, and is the most suitable person I’ve seen.”

“A capable and kind person is suitable for anyone.” Michael Gallagher interrupted him, “But not everyone is worthy; forcing her to marry Jerry Jenkins would be a disservice. She doesn’t lack anything, and marrying a foolish husband for no reason would just hurt her. If Zoey Lambert were your granddaughter, would you agree to marry her to such a person?”

All of Mr. Jenkins’ words were blocked, and his face turned pale with anger: “Jerry is also your brother.”

“What does a brother from the same father but different mothers count as?” Michael Gallagher’s eyes were cold, and he spoke without any regard for his feelings.

Without looking at Mr. Jenkins’ expression, he turned around and strode out of the door.

Molly Walker sat in the car, with the window open, the wind blowing her hair wildly.

The car window was closed by a hand, and the wind stopped.

“It’s cold.” Harry Lambert handed her a hot water bottle, “Take good care of yourself during pregnancy, and your body won’t suffer later.”

Looking at the hot water bottle in her hands, Molly was silent.

At the moment when Mr. Jenkins called the bodyguards, she also sent a message to Harry Lambert. Even if Michael Gallagher didn’t come over today, she could find a way to leave.

The baby in her belly was unexpected, but also a life. Since he had struggled to survive, no one had a reason to take it away from him.

Thinking that in the end it was Michael Gallagher who helped her, Molly put her heart at ease and slowly picked it up again.

She could treat him coldly when he faked his death, but now that she knew he was alive, she didn’t know how to get along with him.

Thinking of the scene where he protected her and confronted Mr. Jenkins, her feelings were complicated.

She knew he was trying to apologize with his actions.

“By the way, I just got some news ” Harry Lambert hesitated, his beautiful peach blossom eyes filled with a hint of sadness, “Xavier Gallagher committed suicide.”

Molly’s gaze paused: “When did this happen?”

“Five minutes ago.” Harry Lambert handed her the tablet, and on the cell phone was a video of Xavier Gallagher’s suicide, tragic and captivating.

Watching the scene in the surveillance video, Molly’s heart jumped wildly.

Perhaps fearing that watching the video would affect her mood, Harry Lambert took the tablet back.

Molly stared blankly at her own hands.

Xavier Gallagher was actually dead.

But this time, his death was different from what was expected. There was no kindness this time, Xavier Gallagher committed suicide out of resentment towards others.

“It’s said that before he died, he sent a message to Michael Gallagher, but Michael didn’t go.”

Hearing this, Molly’s heart clenched fiercely.

Michael Gallagher didn’t go because he came to save her.

“Does Michael Gallagher know about this?” She asked without reason.

Harry Lambert looked deeply into her eyes: “Do you regret it?”

“You still want to remarry him, don’t you?”