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

Gillian Thompson’s eyes widened.

When did Amanda start recording?

Gillian was trembling with panic, staring at Molly without blinking.

“Why would Mom record the conversation?” Joshua’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked at Gillian, “Is there something wrong with what you guys talked about?”

Gillian’s lips trembled, and her heart raced violently.

A feeling of despair and humiliation welled up in her heart.

Why was there a recording? Because Amanda didn’t trust her and prepared to preserve evidence from the start.

She really wanted to send Gillian to prison and would not be lenient.

Gillian’s faint guilt disappeared entirely.

Amanda indeed didn’t treat her like her own child, even resorting to such means!

Looking at the recording over forty minutes long, Gillian’s face turned ashen.

“It might be an accident.” Nicholas glanced at Gillian and saw her head hanging in grief, his lips pressed tightly.

He also wanted to know why his mother would record her conversation with her.

Joshua quickly grabbed the cell phone: “Let’s listen and see what Mom recorded.”

He pressed play.

As if all blood in Gillian’s body was drained, her heart stopped momentarily.

Just when she thought the secret couldn’t be hidden any longer, Joshua complained, “What’s going on? I can’t press it, the phone is broken.”

He tried the other buttons, but none of them worked.

“It must have broken when it fell.” Molly sighed in a low voice, looking at the phone thoughtfully, “Give it to me; I can fix it.”

Joshua handed her the cell phone.

Gillian’s heart finally calmed down, exhaling a long breath of relief.

Early the next morning.

At the Gallagher family’s estate, Michael grabbed a coat and walked out. Lana Lewis stopped him with Bailey in her arms.

“Where are you going?” Lana’s expression was grim, “The reporters are also waiting for your response.”

“I’m going to the hospital.” Michael’s expression didn’t change as he continued walking outside.

Bailey blocked his way.

Looking at the little boy, Michael’s eyes deepened slightly.

While facing his father’s dark gaze, Bailey timidly shrank his neck: “Dad, are you going to see Aunt Molly?”

From his parents’ quarrel yesterday, he knew his father didn’t like his mother.

Michael didn’t speak, but Lana reacted to Bailey’s question, angrily asking,

“Michael, what the hell do you want to do?”

“Don’t forget that you’re Bailey’s father now! Molly is no longer your wife, and she is carrying someone else’s baby! It’s all over between you two!” The word “over” stabbed into Michael’s heart like a knife.

Recalling Jeremy Norman’s words, Michael’s face grew even colder.

“Michael, have you forgotten about the promise of marrying Isabelle

Richardson?” Lana’s face also turned cold, “Before, I didn’t care if you married Isabelle or not, but now, I realize I was too naive. To avoid you becoming the father of the child in Molly’s belly after my death, you’d better marry Isabelle.”

Rather than raising someone else’s child, it’s better to have him marry Bailey’s mother so Bailey would be legitimate.

Regardless, Isabelle, Bailey’s biological mother, was better than Molly, who carried an illegitimate child from an unknown father.

Marry Isabelle?

Michael frowned slightly: “I won’t marry her.”

“You won’t marry her?” Lana suddenly laughed, “I remember a month ago you firmly agreed to marry her, but now you don’t?”

“What about you? You used to be all for Molly, but now, you’re suddenly pushing me to Isabelle?”

Lana’s face changed abruptly.

Michael glanced at Bailey, his smile meaningful but with a hint of chilling intent at the corner of his lips.

“When have you ever considered my feelings when it comes to marrying Isabelle or Molly?”

“Have you ever really treated me as your son?”

Lana was taken aback, staring at Michael blankly.

As she met Michael’s somewhat desolate gaze, Lana’s heart ached fiercely.

Michael’s words tore off the darkest mask she had been wearing for so many years.

They say that you should treat both children fairly, but she knew she had never done so.

Her favorite child was Xavier Gallagher, always had been.

Michael knew it too.

Not only her, but even her husband loved Xavier more than Michael.

Michael was sidelined by the Gallagher family, because Xavier had always been the rightful heir.

Only when she realized her life wouldn’t last much longer, did she begin to reflect on her favoritism over the years, but she never expected that Xavier had a child.

Now that Xavier was gone, in order for his bloodline to be acknowledged, Michael had to accept Bailey as his own child.

She had been selfish for a lifetime, and she didn’t mind continuing to be selfish.

“I am biased, but Michael, now you are the heir to the Gallagher family.” Lana Lewis looked away and said coldly, “You’ve got what you’re supposed to get.”

He had gotten what he was supposed to get…

Michael frowned and chuckled, but that wasn’t what he wanted at all.

Michael smirked at the corner of his mouth and continued to walk out.

As Bailey saw him get closer and closer, she suddenly asked, “Dad, will mom go to jail?”

Michael stopped, and Lana quickly hugged Bailey and said, “No, your mom won’t go to jail. She’s already out and won’t go in again.”

Thinking of the child’s future, Lana couldn’t help but feel heartbroken.

Her father had died, her mother was facing lawsuits, and her education was now in question.

When Bailey thought of what her mother had done, her pupils trembled and she buried her head in Lana’s embrace like an ostrich.

After all, she was just a five-year-old child who had never seen such a brutal scene before, and that scene haunted her mind.

Her mother turned out to be a bad person.

Bailey’s eyes blinked and tears of fear streamed down her face.

Lana didn’t think about it too much, thinking it was just a rumor, and kept comforting her.

Michael looked at Bailey with a frown.

He knew that as a member of the Gallagher family, Bailey should know some things.

“Wait for me.’

He forced a smile at Bailey, strode out, and ignored Lana’s calls behind him.

In the hospital, the door of the Intensive Care Unit finally opened.

Everyone waiting outside rushed up.

The exhausted doctor walked out and said, “The patient is temporarily out of danger.”

Everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief, especially Daniel Thompson, whose pale face finally regained some color.

Gillian Thompson, who was sitting in a wheelchair, clenched her fists tightly.

However, the doctor’s next words made everyone’s hearts rise again.

“But you need to be prepared. The patient may not wake up.”

“What do you mean?” Damian Thompson, who was usually calm, couldn’t help but change his face.

“We’ve done our best to save her life, but the patient is already in a state of brain death, essentially a vegetative state.”

Vegetative state!

Everyone’s faces changed drastically, especially Daniel’s, who immediately fainted.

“Dad!”

Soon after, there was chaos outside the operating room.

Molly Walker’s eyes blurred, and the pain in her chest made it difficult for her to breathe.

It was hard to find her mother, and she had become like this before she could do her filial duty.

She leaned against the wall, bit her tongue hard to keep herself from fainting.

When Gillian heard the news, she felt an intense surge of joy.

In her heart, she didn’t want Amanda Leaford to die, but if she could become a vegetative state, it would be the best outcome.

At that moment, her cell phone vibrated, she took it out, saw the message, and her face stiffened.

The message was from Xander Moore: “I heard Mrs. Thompson was hospitalized, and your mother was worried and insisted on coming to see you..”