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

Phoebe Belmont, this person, loved to mess with other people’s emotions the most. As long as Amanda Leaford didn’t lose her temper, she wouldn’t worry too much.

But the first one to break down was Daniel Thompson.

Though Daniel Thompson was staying at a hotel, he was the first to receive the photo, sent by Phoebe Belmont herself.

“Mr. Thompson, I saw your wife on a date with this man when I went out for a meal. I’m worried if I got it all wrong, so I wanted to show you first.”

When Phoebe Belmont sent the message, Daniel Thompson thought she was deliberately trying to create discord since he had just fired her.

But when he saw the photo of Chase Jackson and Amanda Leaford sitting together, having coffee, Daniel Thompson’s face contorted with anger, and he immediately wanted to confront Amanda Leaford.

In the photo, although Chase Jackson and Amanda Leaford were facing each other, Chase Jackson’s gaze at Amanda was always somewhat ambiguous.

Thinking of the relationship between Chase Jackson and Amanda Leaford when they were young, Daniel Thompson’s face turned from pale to red.

Alright, very good. Is this trying to take advantage of his illness and take his life?

Walking to the door, Daniel Thompson suddenly realized that he was now in the state of “dementia.”

If he confronted her face to face, would he still look like a patient?

He couldn’t bear the insult of pretending to be sick while swallowing his anger.

He opened the door and saw the bodyguards staring straight at him, making him even angrier.

He was the president of a listed company and the richest man in Sunnydale; how could he be treated like a prisoner?!

He had never been so humiliated.

Feeling upset, Daniel Thompson slammed the door, went back to his room, and called his best friend.

“Hey Daniel, what’s up?”

Daniel Thompson took a deep breath: “How can I cure my disease?”

Mr. Lewis, his good friend and classmate, had played a crucial role in successfully pretending to be sick.

“Cure? Didn’t you say you were fine with it even if it couldn’t be cured for a lifetime?” Mr. Lewis didn’t quite understand what Daniel Thompson meant.

Initially, Daniel Thompson had tearfully begged him for help, saying that he would lose his wife and children if Mr. Lewis didn’t help him.

Considering the recent rumors, Mr. Lewis had risked his job to help him with the act. The last time he met with Daniel Thompson had sworn that he wouldn’t mind being a dementia patient for a lifetime. But now, Daniel Thompson changed his mind so soon.

“Daniel, I told you before about the risks of this disease. Alzheimer’s cannot be cured once it has been ‘contracted’.”

Daniel Thompson froze; couldn’t be cured? Wasn’t he going be a fool for a lifetime?

Feeling panicked, he anxiously asked, “Aren’t you a specialist in this field? Can’t you just cure me?”

Mr. Lewis didn’t respond for a long time.

“What is it? If I’m cured, I’ll say you cured me.”

“Daniel, I’ve already compromised my medical ethics by helping you fake the illness. If you hadn’t said that you would lose your wife and children, I wouldn’t have agreed to your request. You’re asking me to cure you now. Alzheimer’s has no known cure. It’s a central nervous system disorder. Even if I were a miracle doctor, I couldn’t cure you. If I did cure you, the next Nobel Prize in medicine would be mine.” Mr. Lewis was both frustrated and angry. “Either you continue pretending to be sick, or you apologize to your family and make amends. I can’t help you with anything else. If you insist, then our friendship is over.”

After saying this, Mr. Lewis hung up the phone.

Daniel Thompson stared at the cell phone, his expression dazed.

Pretending to be sick for a lifetime?

Initially, he thought that as long everyone in his family forgave him, and Amanda forgave him, then pretending to be sick would be alright. But now, he felt that every day of pretending to be sick was torture.

He got himself caught in a dilemma – should he really apologize?

Daniel Thompson glanced at the photo on the cell phone again, becoming dizzy with anger.

This Chase Jackson, a persistent ghost!

The photo of Chase Jackson and Amanda Leaford drinking coffee together hadn’t spread widely because Molly Walker had already taken care of the outer reporters.

The developed information era had its advantages and disadvantages; the disadvantage was that the message spread fast, the advantage was that, as long as you had money, you could buy out these messages.

Right after she bought out these messages, the matter really didn’t continue to ferment. Knowing that she was from the “W” organization, those reporters were willing to give her some respect.

“Miss Ivy Thompson, this photo was sent to us by Phoebe Belmont.”

After receiving her payment, the reporters returned the favor by giving her new information.

Molly Walker kept her calm, but there was a hint of chill in her heart.

Phoebe Belmont really did not give up until she achieved her goal.

Daniel Thompson had become demented. Did Phoebe still not give up on him?

Could someone with dementia return her affections?

Molly Walker thought of Daniel Thompson and looked thoughtful.

Daniel Thompson’s illness was mysterious, but it was diagnosed at the Capital City First People’s Hospital, which should be accurate.

At that time, Emma Smith sent her a message: “Ivy, are you at the Leaford family? I’m coming to find you, I have something important to tell you.”

Emma Smith only said half of what she meant last time.

Thinking of the incident when Emma Smith was almost violated by Jerry Jenkins, a few hint of sympathy arose in Molly’s heart.

Compared to Isabelle, not only was Emma forced into a marriage alliance by her father, but perhaps her life would be beyond her control.

For some reason, she really wanted to help this girl.

“Come on, I will wait for you at home.”

After sending this message, Molly waited in the Leaford family’s house and in the end, she received a visitor.

The girl wore a simple uniform with her hair tied up. She looked sweet, vibrant, and full of vitality.

She was carrying a certain brand’s tote bag, and she kept looking towards the villa.

Seeing her, the girl’s eyes lit up, waving at her: “Miss Thompson, Miss Thompson!”

This girl looked somewhat familiar.

Molly hesitated for a while but walked over.

Seeing Molly, Grace Harrison shyly handed the tote bag to her: “Hello, Miss Thompson, my name is Grace Harrison. I want to ask you for a favor. Could you help me pass this on to Damian Thompson…?”

Molly was silent.

As if realizing something, Grace quickly explained with a wave of her hand: “Don’t get me wrong, I’m here to return the clothes. This shirt was originally his.”

Returning clothes? A shirt?

There was a hint of strangeness on Molly’s face.

Why was her brother’s personal clothes with this girl? It couldn’t be… no, her brother was not that kind of person.

But the bag was obviously from a certain brand, a brand that her brother usually wore, and it was pricey.

Seeing the girl’s anxious appearance, Molly thought about it and said softly: “You can return the items to my brother yourself. He is currently at the Skyline Cafe & Roastery in the Capital City First Tower.”

“Skyline Cafe & Roastery…” Grace muttered, frowning slightly. It seemed that she had heard her father mention this cafe before, and it was also one of the family’s assets.

“Miss Harrison, may I politely ask how you met my brother?” Molly suddenly became curious.

Ever since she was recognized, Molly had hardly seen her brother being around any girl. Even if he occasionally went on a blind date arranged by the family, there were rarely any women pestering him, because he could always perfectly handle these bad peach blossoms.

This girl seemed to be the only one with a connection with her brother.

Hearing this, Grace’s face stiffened a little. She soon thought of Gillian Thompson’s words.

Gillian said that the Thompson family would despise girls like her.

If she told them that she proactively approached Damian for the shirt, would his family think she had ulterior motives?

Seeing Grace’s troubled expression, Molly didn’t push any further.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

Ivy’s feeling was different from Gillian’s, it was good.

Grace thought about it and carefully said, “It’s not that I don’t want to tell you, but Gillian warned me before. I’m afraid if I say it, you’ll scold me…”

“Gillian?” Molly frowned.

Ever since the accident last time, Gillian had gone off the radar. Molly hadn’t actively investigated, and Nicholas Thompson only told them that she was sent back to her hometown.

Could it be that she hadn’t been sent back to her hometown, and she was still in Capital City?