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

Chapter 104 - 104: Does He Have a Baby?



Molly Walker didn’t pressure her any further, but passed her a business card,

“Here’s my contact information, you might need it one day.”

Looking at the card, the caregiver hesitated for a moment, but finally clenched her teeth and accepted it.

“You should go,” Molly looked at her, “stay safe.”

The caregiver’s face stiffened for a moment, but she quickly took her leave. Once she had left, Molly made her exit too. This was the Gallagher family’s villa, where she didn’t want to linger.

Not far past the villa, Molly saw a child crouched in a corner, playing with ants.

The familiar kid.

Upon seeing him, Molly tried to ignore his presence, looking away, but the kid had already spotted her and trotted over, “Is it you?”

He glanced at the Gallagher family’s villa behind her.

Nevertheless, Molly didn’t respond to him. Bailey Gallagher ran over angrily, “Stop! Don’t you see me?”

Molly casually glanced at him, “Do I know you?”

“Oh…so you’re pretending not to know me!” Bailey jogged over and tugged at her sleeve, “Even if you don’t acknowledge it, I know you.”

Just when he was triumphant, Molly brushed off his hand and quickly retreated. Caught off guard, Bailey stumbled, landing on his bottom.

Gazing at Molly’s indifferent eyes, Bailey sulked and broke into loud sobs, “Bully! You’re picking on me!”

“Bailey!” At the pivotal moment, a person clad in a black quilted jacket rushed over, helped him up, then angrily looked at Molly. When she saw Molly’s face, she stiffened momentarily, “Molly, what are you doing here?”

Upon seeing Lana Lewis, Molly was a little surprised.

She looked at Bailey, recalling Isabelle Richardson’s words.

She said her child with Michael Gallagher was being raised by Lana Lewis. Was it this bratty kid?

On giving Bailey another look, no wonder she thought he looked familiar at first glance. His eyes and eyebrows looked just like Isabelle’s. His thin lips and face shape were identical to Michael’s, too.

The rumor that Isabelle Richardson and Michael Gallagher had a five-year-old child together was indeed true.

Molly scoffed, looking at Lana and asked, “When you begged me to spare Isabelle before, was it for this child’s sake?”

Lana forced a bitter smile, nodding, “1 couldn’t bear to see a child without a mother. Besides, he is the Gallagher family’s descendant.”

“He…” It took Molly a while to regain her trembling voice, “is he really Michael and Isabelle’s son?”

She wanted to confirm it, to see if Michael was indeed beyond redemption.

However, Lana’s face only stiffened momentarily, quickly restoring her calm demeanor. Under Molly’s scrutinizing gaze, she reluctantly nodded.

“Molly, I’m sorry.”

I’m sorry? Sorry for what?

Sorry for drugging her into having a relationship with Michael, or sorry for standing on Isabelle’s side?

She had thought that Isabelle only had Michael to rely on. Unbeknown to her, even her mother-in-law was siding with Isabelle now.

She wasn’t angry when her mother-in-law hurt her back when she lost her memory, as her memory wasn’t intact then.

But now?

The Gallagher family had thoroughly lost all its appeal to her.

She glanced at Bailey but found no harsh words to express her feelings.

Every time she thought about him being Michael and Isabelle’s child, every single word she spoke seemed like intentional torment.

She lowered her head, glancing at her own belly, then quickly lifting her gaze, her eyes regaining their clarity.

“You don’t need to apologize to me. Isabelle has been released, but next time, she won’t be so lucky.” Looking at Bailey peering out from behind Lana, Molly scoffed,” She committed a crime and went to prison. It’s cruel for her child, but isn’t she supposed to reflect on her own actions since she carried out illegal activities while having a child?” “Who isn’t upset after losing their loved ones…”

“Losing grandmother hurts me too! ”

Listening to Molly’s words, Lana was stunned.

She quickly looked away, too ashamed to face Molly.

She knew her demands were unreasonable, but she had no other choice. If she didn’t do anything, Bailey would blame her when he grew up.

As the child’s grandmother, it was her duty.

As for the child’s identity, Bailey had to be Michael’s son, or else he would be considered an illegal immigrant.

She didn’t have much time left. She used to not fear death, but now, she wanted to settle Bailey’s status before her demise.

Her gaze slowly drifted from Molly Walker to the woman’s stomach.

She noticed Molly always dressed in loose clothing, and the last time they met at the hospital, she was wearing flat shoes.

Suddenly, a thought sprang into her mind.

“Molly, last time I saw you in the obstetrics and gynecology department for a check-up…” She paused, “Are you pregnant?”

It’s been over a month since the incident, if she was pregnant… then the baby would be Michael Gallagher’s.

The thought stirred excitement within Lana Lewis.

With her life coming to an end, seeing her grandson before she died would be a much welcome solace.

Molly remained silent, then covered her stomach and softly laughed, “Yes, I am.”

Meanwhile, Michael Gallagher was rushing over to them.

Having dealt with the incident earlier, he wanted nothing more than to be by

Molly’s side right now.

He knew Molly wouldn’t stay long and was aware of the words Isabelle

Richardson would likely say.

But no matter what those words were, he had to explain everything to Molly.

He didn’t want her to misunderstand him.

As he walked briskly into the room, he caught Molly and his mother in conversation.

About to approach them, he overheard Molly’s words carried by the wind.

“l am pregnant.”

Michael Gallagher froze, his heart started to race.

Her baby, she was having a baby?

Even though that day was somewhat unbearable, he always dreamed about it. It seemed he never really opposed to what happened, just that he couldn’t face it.

He hadn’t expected that from just that one time, Molly would become pregnant.

The calmness in his heart was shattered by the surge of joy. He thought nothing in this world could stir his heart so, but now it had.

He was going to have a child!

Michael Gallagher felt a prickling sensation in his nose, and he couldn’t wait to hold Molly in his arms.

Just as he was about to rush forward, Molly’s cold voice rang out, “The babys father is not Michael Gallagher.”

Michael Gallagher stopped abruptly, his joyful expression froze on his face.

“The baby is already more than two months old.” Molly’s voice sounded like it was from hell, frighteningly cold.

More than two months…

They hadn’t even been together for two months since that last time.

The baby was indeed not his.

Michael Gallagher’s fingers clenched tightly, his nails scratched his palm causing his hand to sweat profusely.

As expected, she had committed adultery during their marriage.

The baby was not his.

Ha.

At this moment, he didn’t even know whom to hate.

Molly didn’t know Michael Gallagher was standing behind her as she coldly fabricated her lies.

The truth about the baby would be revealed eventually, but this child couldn’t become part of the Gallagher family.

With a stepmother like Isabelle Richardson and a bratty older brother, she didn’t want her child to grow up in such a family.

The unborn child could belong to anyone, but he definitely couldn’t be a Gallagher.

When Lana Lewis heard the child wasn’t Michael Gallagher’s, she was first shocked then grew angry. As she was about to confront Molly about the affair, she saw her son standing not far away, his face suddenly changing color.

“Michael, when did you get here?”

Michael, Michael Gallagher?

Molly was taken aback, slowing turning around. The man stood there, his aura icy as if he had come from hell. His eyes were cold, seemingly freezing anything they touched.

His face was drained of all color, only his deep-set eyes, terrifyingly red.

Despite the faint sunlight, he appeared as a black hole, burying himself deep in the shadows..


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