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

Because Mr. Jenkins’s mood is obviously bad today.

“Miss Ivy Thompson is in the hospital.” The housekeeper decided to only tell half the story.

As long as Miss Ivy Thompson is in the hospital, with Mr. Jenkins’s personality, he will definitely go to the hospital.

Michael Gallagher’s expression darkened: “How is she?”

Even though he tried to control his thoughts, his concern still showed.

Molly Walker was fine, so how could she end up in the hospital.

He suddenly thought of what the doctor had said on the phone before – this baby shouldn’t be kept because its development was too tumultuous, its fetal image unstable, and forcibly maintaining the pregnancy could cause great harm to the mother’s body.

Could it be that something had happened to the baby?

Thinking of Molly Walker’s heart-wrenching screams, Michael Gallagher’s heart twisted painfully.

“I’m not sure about the specifics, but Mr. Jenkins, I think it’s best if you go to the hospital and check on her yourself.” The housekeeper sighed, unwilling to say the cruel words.

Some things are not suitable for outsiders to say.

He could see that Mr. Jenkins was angry at Miss Thompson.

Although he didn’t know what had happened between the two, he still hoped that they could be together.

Because Mr. Jenkins had suffered too much over the years.

If there was someone who could heal him, it would be Ivy Thompson.

Thinking of Molly Walker in the hospital, Michael Gallagher suddenly felt lost and overwhelmed.

All his anger and despair were thrown to the back of his mind.

“Which hospital is she in?” Michael Gallagher’s back stiffened, his voice hoarse, and his pitch-black eyes filled with stormy emotions.

After struggling, he couldn’t bring himself to be cruel to her – his voice was filled with concern.

The housekeeper understood and told him the hospital’s name. After a while, he saw his young master rushing towards the hospital like the wind.

“Sigh…”

What a pair of star-crossed lovers.

If the young master knew that the child was gone, he would be heartbroken.

Unfortunately, just like love, children also depend on fate.

This child was not fated to be with their young master.

In the presidential suite of the Capital City Twin Towers Hotel, Stephen Crane skillfully brewed tea.

First, he picked a little tea, warmed the cup, and rinsed the tea, all in one go.

The beautiful bone cup was adorned with the work of the world’s top master, shimmering and glowing, enhancing the appearance of the tea even further.

“Mr. Crane.” Stephen Crane’s assistant knocked on the door and handed him the documents, “Except for Miss Walker’s work, which she is unwilling to sell, all the other designers have authorized us to use their work.”

Stephen Crane had just taken a sip of tea. Hearing this, his hand holding the cup paused for a moment.

This time, besides Molly Walker, he didn’t think highly of anyone else’s work.

If it wasn’t for the rigged competition, Molly Walker would have undoubtedly made it into the top three, and even entering the world-class finals wouldn’t be impossible.

What a pity, this Molly Walker was a newcomer.

This competition, although nominally open to various companies, would never actually allow a corporate representative from Orientopia to participate.

Although they were selecting from the companies, in the end, the higher-ups arranged for their people to participate.

“Is she unhappy with the price?” He remembered that Molly Walker seemed to have been taken in by an old woman when she was young but had a poor family background.

“I guess it’s not about the price.” The assistant recalled Molly Walker’s words.

Over the years, she had interacted with many designers, but Molly Walker stood out with her integrity.

“She knows that our competition is rigged and not willing to sell to us.” The assistant didn’t mention the more excessive things, “This Molly Walker has an extraordinary background. Her ex-husband is the boss of Gallagher Group, her father is the richest man in Sunnydale, and she also has connections to the ‘W’ organization.”

Stephen Crane remained silent.

He had thought that the person sent by the “W” organization was at most an employee who hadn’t reached financial freedom. But now it seemed that Molly Walker’s works weren’t worried about being sold, as she herself wasn’t short of money.

She didn’t lack money and had lost the best opportunity for fame and fortune, no wonder she wouldn’t sell.

“Arrange a time for me to meet her in person.”

Shutting down her dark secrets, Stephen Crane felt guilty. He appreciated her talent and, although he couldn’t let her participate in international competitions, he could not skimp on financial compensation.

Hearing that he wanted to meet Molly Walker personally, the assistant was surprised.

Mr. Crane always carried himself highly and never liked meeting with his collaborators. Even in meetings, he let his assistant take his place.

Perhaps it was because he had no descendants that Mr. Crane didn’t care about his own wealth, giving everything to a trust company to manage.

But this time, Mr. Crane was doing the unprecedented and wanted to meet Molly Walker in person.

The assistant suddenly had an idea.

Mr. Crane had no heirs or apprentices. He mentioned a while ago that he wanted to find an apprentice to pass on his design skills.

Could this Molly Walker be the apprentice that Mr. Crane was looking for?

In fact, the assistant misunderstood. Stephen Crane did not want to meet Molly to find an apprentice. Rather, he wanted to meet her in person and see her impressive prowess for himself.

Stephen Crane was getting excited about meeting Molly.

“By the way, how is the matter I asked you to check on?”

As the time to meet his first love approached, he wanted to learn more about her current situation, especially her descendants. He wanted to help them.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Crane. Mrs. Walker provided very little information, and I’m still investigating,” the assistant thought for a moment and said, “I don’t have any definite news yet, but Mrs. Walker should be married, at least, she has a child.”

Hearing that his first love had a child, Stephen Crane laughed from the heart.

He was old, and of course, he couldn’t expect her to remain chaste for him.

He owed her a lifetime, and if she was married and her husband was still alive, he would befriend them.

If her husband was not around, then her children and grandchildren would become his own, and he would provide for them as well. That way, he could bring closure for their not-so-perfect lives.

At the entrance of Capital City Hospital.

Michael Gallagher was stopped by Joshua Thompson at the entrance.

“I’ll leave after I take a look.” Michael Gallagher didn’t argue and spoke coldly.

“There’s nothing worth seeing. My sister’s nose is a nose, her eyes are eyes. She’s not missing any arms or legs. You don’t need to worry.”

Joshua had just taken Scarlett Jackson to the police station when Michael ran into him and he quickly stopped Michael.

Although Scarlett’s words couldn’t be fully trusted, Fourth Sister indeed encountered trouble after meeting Michael Gallagher.

Joshua couldn’t believe that this incident had nothing to do with Michael Gallagher.

Fearing any provocation for Fourth Sister, Joshua was determined to keep Michael outside.

When he left, Fourth Sister was still in critical condition. It was just now that his brother texted him that she was no longer in danger. But other details were not mentioned.

For now, Joshua hoped that both child and adult were fine. Otherwise, if one of them was lost, he would never let Michael Gallagher off the hook.

Joshua reached out his hand and blocked Michael Gallagher like a copper wall and iron barrier.

At that moment, Jeremy Norman came out holding a few clothes.

Michael Gallagher’s pupils shrank. He could tell those were Molly Walker’s clothes.

This meant that Molly was going to be hospitalized…

“How is she?”

Looking at Jeremy Norman holding Molly’s clothes like a treasure, Michael’s mood dropped to the bottom.

Jeremy’s slender fingers gripped Molly’s skirt, precisely at the waist, which was very eye-catching.

Jeremy curled his lips and gripped the skirt tightly before leisurely placing it into a paper bag.

His slow movements seemed reluctant, and with an air of provocation.

Jeremy’s beautiful eyes were no longer refined, looking like they had come back from hell, no longer hiding his demonic side.

He cradled the paper bag in his arms and slowly curved his lips into a smile.

He did it on purpose!

In an instant, blood rushed to Michael Gallagher’s head, and his fists clenched tightly at his sides, his veins bulging.