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

“Usually, you’re so cunning, but now you can’t even come up with a retort?” Molly Walker coldly glanced at the parents who began to walk away with their children. “In the face of this campus violence, if parents won’t do anything, I’ll teach you a method.”

She lightly lifted her gaze, the gleam in her eyes as sharp as a knife, piercing through the chaotic atmosphere, shattering the spectators.

“Grab someone, beat them hard. If anything happens, I’ll take the blame.” Bailey Gallagher blinked, his dim eyes gradually brightening.

He looked at Arthur Leaford, his little face slightly raised, a grin spreading across his mouth: “It’s you!”

Seeing him declare war against Arthur Leaford, Molly wanted to tell him to pick someone less sturdy, but Bailey threw a punch too quickly, landing a blow on Arthur, who immediately retaliated.

Though Arthur Leaford was clearly strong, he didn’t seem to have an advantage when he fought with Bailey Gallagher.

Seeing the children fight, the adults crowded around again.

Molly stood by, her hands in her pockets, a smirk on her face, watching the show. Bailey was good at targeting weaknesses, every punch landing on Arthur’s weakest spots, turning his disadvantage into an overwhelming advantage.

The other parents pointed at Molly, older mothers-in-law disapproving: “How do you raise your child? You can’t let them fight!”

“These children in the kindergarten are all from aristocratic families. If he fights someone powerful, your child won’t be able to stay in kindergarten.”

“Where’s the teacher? Let the teacher come to judge. What kind of parenting is this!”

“Are you kids in elementary school? You run to the teacher when something happens.” Molly sneered, raising an eyebrow. “Now you want parents to discipline them? Why didn’t you do anything when your kids were verbally bullying him?”

“Well, I didn’t let my child hit anyone. What, people can’t even speak now? Is there no freedom of speech?!” A fashionably dressed woman came over, and when she saw that Arthur Leaford was the one being beaten, she exclaimed in shock, “Arthur Leaford!”

She quickly gestured to a woman not far away: “Lily Lambert, your son is being beaten!”

Lily Lambert ran over immediately, shouting as she ran: “Who dared to hit my son!”

Taking two steps at a time, Lily Lambert pushed through the crowd, only to see her son laid out on the ground, beaten.

Her face changed, and she quickly reached out to grab Bailey Gallagher, but Molly was one step ahead and scooping Bailey away.

“You’re his parent?” Lily Lambert sneered as she helped her own disheveled son up. Glancing at Bailey Gallagher, who was much smaller than her own child but had just utterly beaten him, and then at her son’s injured face, her voice cold as ice, “Very well, you stay right here and don’t move. Where’s the kindergarten’s Mr. Harrison?”

Mr. Harrison was rushing over, calling out with a quick “Aye” upon hearing Lily’s summons. As the executive director of the kindergarten, he hurried over when he heard about the fight.

The children at this school were either rich or noble, and no one dared offend them.

Everyone made way for Mr. Harrison.

Seeing that it was Arthur Leaford who had been beaten, Mr. Harrison’s face changed; this was a child from the prestigious Leaford family.

“Mr. Harrison, this child hit my son. I must have an explanation today. I know that every child in this kindergarten has a background, and I don’t want to make things difficult for you. However, if this issue isn’t resolved properly today, the Leaford family will, unfortunately, have to withdraw its investment in the kindergarten this year.”

Wearing a fur coat and holding a limited edition Hermes bag, Lily Lambert crossed her arms, looking arrogant and domineering.

As she spoke, the crowd of onlookers grew.

Sharp-eyed people recognized Lily Lambert as the daughter-in-law of the elder son of the Leaford family. The Leafords held huge power andstatus, second only to the Gallagher family and were already the target of everyone’s flattery.

As for the other…

Seeing Bailey Gallagher’s familiar little face, no one recognized him for a moment.

The Gallagher family’s reunion was ruined by Mrs. Thompson’s injury, so few people knew Bailey Gallagher. Still, some people knew that he was Isabelle Richardson’s child.

At first, the children’s parents were somewhat wary, and the children only dared to mock Bailey Gallagher privately. But now that the news of Isabelle Richardson’s affair had spread nationwide, Bailey Gallagher became worthless in their eyes.

Maybe Bailey Gallagher was the product of Isabelle Richardson’s affair with someone else.

After all, Michael Gallagher had never acknowledged Bailey Gallagher as his son from the beginning to the end.

Upon hearing Lily Lambert’s words, Mr. Harrison had made up his mind. Bailey may be studying with them, but the Gallagher family had not invested in their school.

The balance between the two situations was clear at a glance.

He walked up to Bailey and said softly, “Bailey, you were the one who started the fight first, apologize to Arthur.”

Hearing this, Bailey raised his little face and stubbornly shook his head, “He insulted me first.

“Did he hit you?” Mr. Harrison asked again.

Bailey pursed his little mouth, tears still evident in his eyes.

“You started it first, so you should apologize first.”

Mr. Harrison’s words were interrupted by Molly Walker’s scoffing laughter.

“Is this the character of a teacher at your prestigious school?” Molly gave him a glance, her gaze filled with naked mockery, “Demanding apologies without distinguishing right from wrong, isn’t verbal abuse still abuse?”

Before the two started fighting, she had already noticed the fresh injuries on Bailey’s neck and arm.

Combined with Bailey’s change of character and his fear of kindergarten, it wasn’t hard to guess what had happened to him.

She hated school violence the most because she was also a victim of it. Later on, she learned to fight violence with violence.

Without any background, this was the simplest and most powerful method.

Mr. Harrison maintained his composure despite Molly’s sarcastic words, and casually glanced at her, “You must be the new nanny at Bailey’s house, right? You’d better not meddle in certain matters, so you don’t lose your job.”

Bailey was always picked up and dropped off by the Gallagher family’s servants, so Mr. Harrison naturally mistook her for the new maid in the Gallagher family.

Molly said nothing.

She was aware that some wealthy people sent their children to school with a sponsorship fee, which was essentially a disguised way of seeking protection for their children.

Being married to Michael Gallagher for three years, she knew that Michael despised such actions and would never invest or sponsor an aristocratic school like this one.

It was no surprise that a teacher who curried favor with others sided with Arthur Leaford.

But if she remembered correctly, this kindergarten did have some ties to the Thompson family.

“I understand what you mean, Mr. Harrison.”

She took out her cell phone and sent a message to Damian Thompson.

She didn’t want to compare investments, but she wanted to end this quickly and not be entangled in petty matters.

Damian Thompson was quick to act, and Mr. Harrison soon received a phone call, his surprised gaze fixed on Molly as he spoke on the phone.

Lily Lambert quickly realized what was going on and hurriedly called her husband, “Honey, our son has been hit. The old man’s in charge of sponsorships, right? Tell him someone’s bullying his nephew and have him call the school.”

It’s about comparing investments, right? She didn’t believe that anyone could outdo their family in this regard.

She didn’t recognize Bailey, nor did she recognize Molly.

Even if she recognized one of them, she wouldn’t have made this call.

After hanging up the phone, Mr. Harrison calmly walked over to Lily Lambert.

“Mrs. Leaford, I’m very sorry, but Arthur Leaford can no longer attend this school. The Leaford family’s investment fee will be fully refunded.”

Lily Lambert’s face immediately changed, her voice sharp enough for everyone to hear, “Mr.. Harrison, are you insane? Do you know what you’re saying?”