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

Molly’s heart was pounding, and her brows were tightly furrowed.

Given Daniel’s character, what she said on the phone couldn’t have made him lose hope. Essentially selfish, someone like him would cherish their life even more.

“Mom, calm down. I have someone keeping an eye on him. Let’s wait for some news.”

She glanced at her cell phone, and as expected, Harry Lambert quickly sent a message.

Harry Lambert: Daniel is currently being rescued at the Capital City First People’s Hospital, and his life is not in danger for now. I am investigating the cause, so don’t worry. This is our territory, nothing will go wrong.

Although Harry Lambert said so, Molly’s heart was still suspended in mid-air anxiously.

Last time, Harry Lambert had failed to track Noah Jenkins, but even if the reason was later found to be due to Zachary Jenkins, Molly couldn’t help but worry.

After all, she had been in hiding for three years. It wouldn’t be impossible for other forces to emerge now.

The “W” organization may not be the strongest organization anymore.

But she still replied to Harry Lambert with a message asking him to be careful.

Soon, she took Amanda Leaford to the Capital City First People’s Hospital.

In the hospital, by Daniel’s bed, Phoebe Belmont was holding a basin of water and wiping Daniel’s body.

“You’re so good to your husband.”

An elderly man in a nearby bed admired Daniel enviously.

He was already in his seventies, recently diagnosed with cardiovascular disease and hospitalized. His partner was not taking care of him, let alone his children. They were only willing to pay for a caregiver.

Hearing this, Phoebe’s face turned red to the base of her neck. While wiping Daniel’s body, she said with a frail smile, “Spouses should support each other, especially when they grow old. When you’re young, you always think you can live without each other. But in fact, when you’re old, being inseparable is the most precious thing.”

As she spoke, she washed the towel clean. The old man next to her nodded: “I didn’t expect you to be so young, but have such clear insights into things.”

Daniel was still unconscious, and because he had been in the water, Phoebe had changed his clothes.

Outside the door, Amanda, who had no idea how long she had been listening, seemed to be frozen in place.

Molly stood beside her with an ugly expression on her face.

She knew that Amanda was hesitating again.

This Phoebe, her sinister presence was relentless.

She hooked her lips, suddenly pushed open the door, and said to Phoebe, “Miss Belmont, thank you for taking care of my father. We will settle the caregiver’s fee with you later.”

Seeing Molly, Phoebe’s face turned slightly pale, especially at the word “caregiver,” which she saw as a blatant insult.

“Miss Thompson, I’m not a ca ”

“Then what are you? A mistress?”

Phoebe’s pupils shrank, and her body trembled violently.

The old man beside her had also noticed the situation, and his eyes widened as he watched them.

Phoebe didn’t want to leave now; she had painstakingly taken care of Daniel, hoping to be praised when he woke up. But since Daniel hadn’t woken up yet, wouldn’t all her previous efforts go to waste?!

“Miss Thompson, I took care of your father all night and didn’t even sleep. He hasn’t even woken up yet, and you want to drive me away. Even if you treat a caregiver like this, isn’t it rude?” Phoebe said firmly, “After all, I’m still the person who saved your father’s life. If I hadn’t helped him change his clothes, he would have died of cold by now.”

Amanda, standing outside the door, shuddered when she heard about the changing of clothes, and her eyes filled with despair.

She was a person with extreme emotional cleanliness, and the thought of Daniel’s clothes being changed by Phoebe drained her of all courage to enter the room.

Molly didn’t expect Phoebe to be so shameless as to say such a blatant statement in front of everyone else.

Seeing Amanda outside the door ready to leave, an idea came to Molly. Speaking to Phoebe, she said, “Miss Belmont, thank you for taking care of my father. However, my father is not divorced yet. If you don’t want to be labeled as a mistress and have your job affected, you should know what to do next.”

Affected job?!

Phoebe suddenly felt a panic in her heart.

She knew Miss Thompson had the ability to carry out what she said, plus, she was part of the “W” organization.

Thinking of Gillian’s current predicament, Phoebe’s heart sank heavily.

She looked at Daniel reluctantly and began to walk away.

As she approached the door, she came face to face with Amanda.

Seeing Amanda, Phoebe’s face turned slightly red, but she stood tall and left without deference nor arrogance.

Amanda stood outside the door without entering. Molly approached her and said, “I asked the doctor to move him to the Intensive Care Unit. You haven’t been sleeping well lately, so it’s better to have a caregiver take care of him.”

Looking at Daniel’s sleeping face, Amanda shook her head, “I’ll take care of him.”

After all, Daniel had taken care of her for so many years when she was mentally unstable.

Seeing Amanda’s determination, Molly didn’t try to persuade her anymore.

In the end, Amanda and Daniel had been married for many years, and their connection couldn’t be severed so easily.

In the Intensive Care Unit next to the hospital, Zachary Jenkins sat in front of the hospital bed, with his grandfather, Mr. Jenkins, lying on it.

Zachary had been grounded by his grandfather until he could reconcile their differences, and Mr. Jenkins ended up in the hospital due to a heart attack.

“The doctor said I don’t have much time left,” Mr. Jenkins glanced at Zachary and sighed. “Before I die, I want to see you married. Anna Clooney is a good choice. When she came to our house for dinner last time, she seemed to have a crush on you.”

Zachary’s face was expressionless as a pure and charming face emerged in his mind.

Anna Clooney, the Clooney family’s youngest daughter, had just graduated from college, majoring in landscape design.

Because she looked like someone he knew, he had looked at her a few times more than usual, not expecting it to create such a misunderstanding.

“I have no crush on her,” Zachary refused indifferently. “Grandfather, it’s best if you don’t meddle. I can give up the Gallagher name, but I can also give up the Jenkins name.”

Mr. Jenkins coughed angrily, “I know you’re unhappy with your father. He had an affair with Lana, and the Gallagher family could do nothing but swallow the bitterness. But your father still cares about you. Anna was the one he had chosen for you. If you marry her, everything the Jenkins family has will be yours.”

“I don’t need it,” Zachary’s cold voice remained, each word devoid of any emotion. “I won’t marry anyone but her.”

“Foolish!” Mr. Jenkins, angry, threw a cup at him. “She’s now someone else’s wife; do you want to be a No. 3? Competing with the Norman family for a daughter-in-law, our Jenkins family can’t afford the disgrace!”

Zachary slowly stood up with an impatient expression on his face.

Thinking of Jeremy Norman marrying that woman, the agitation in his heart felt like a suppressed bomb, about to explode at any moment.

“Son, even if you’re devoted to her, it’s useless,” Mr. Jenkins took a few deep breaths and his tone gradually calmed down. “Her heart is now set on marrying Jeremy Norman so that she can forget you and everything about you and start anew. If you really love her, you should learn to let go.”

“To love someone is not to confine them but to respect them.”

Mr. Jenkins seemed lost in memories, his gaze far and his tone gentle.

Unfortunately, his partner died young, and he only understood this truth when he grew old.

He looked at Zachary, motionless, and sighed softly.

In his current state, Zachary might do something foolish if he tried to find Ivy.

It would only serve to push her further away.

If Ivy wanted to start anew, then Zachary shouldn’t continue to dwell in the past.

Michael Gallagher was dead, and Zachary Jenkins should live up to the name Zachary Jenkins.

After saying that, Mr. Jenkins closed his eyes to rest.

Zachary stood by the bedside, his handsome face expressionless.

Respect he once thought of respecting her decisions, too.

He respected all of her decisions, even agreeing to their divorce.

But in the end?

He was once a demon who had fallen into hell, but he had gradually turned good because of her. But now, he was willing to fall once again for her sake.