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

Molly’s eyelids twitched, and her eyes became sour.

“The police checked the surveillance on the rooftop.” Michael’s voice was calm, as if he was talking about something unrelated to himself.

His deep gaze fell on Molly and never left her.

Molly opened her mouth, her chest feeling congested.

Since they checked the surveillance and released him, it meant this matter had nothing to do with him.

She lowered her eyes and looked at Michael’s footsteps approaching her, guilt welling up inside her.

“I have something to say to you.”

Michael’s voice was hoarse and low, obviously suppressing his emotions.

Amanda wanted to say something but was stopped by Zoey, who gently shook her head at her.

Even if Amanda was worried, she knew that this was not the time for her to speak.

Amanda took a worried look at her daughter and held back from interrupting.

Molly did not dare to look at Michael, her head lowered, she nodded slightly.

Michael reached out to take her hand, but then thought of something and retracted his hand.

Molly looked at his retracted palm, feeling both sour and bitter in her heart.

He told her to trust him, but she hadn’t.

It was right for Michael to blame her.

She followed Michael to a corner on the first floor and quietly looked at him.

“Watch the surveillance.” Michael handed her his cell phone.

In the video, although the rooftop was dark, one could still vaguely see the two standing figures – Michael and No. 6.

Listening to the conversation between the two in the video, especially when hearing Michael say “just want to confirm her identity,” Molly’s face turned completely red.

She had never been honest with Michael about her being the boss of “W” organization, but she didn’t expect that Michael had suspected her all along.

When she saw Harry say “let’s bet,” the truth became crystal clear.

She never thought that No. 6, who was loyal to her, would do such a stupid thing.

She thought she understood No. 6, but she only knew the surface.

No. 6 jumped off the building, framed Michael deliberately, and she actually believed it.

What was the difference between this and when Michael misunderstood her for pushing Isabelle?

Molly’s heart ached, she raised her heavy eyelids and looked at Michael: “I’m sorry.”

Thinking of his lonely silhouette being taken away by the police on the rooftop, Molly’s eyes reddened, and her vision blurred with tears.

She knew how painful it was to be wronged and misunderstood.

When she misunderstood him, he must have been very sad, right?

Michael saw her guilt and tears, he extended his hand to gently wipe the tears off her face.

“Don’t cry…”

“I know how you felt when you were framed by Isabelle.” He said carefully, for fear of touching her sad memories, “Thank Harry, if it weren’t for him, I still wouldn’t see through the problems between us.”

He wouldn’t know how painful she was when she was misunderstood.

Only when the fire burns oneself does one feel the pain.

The heart-wrenching pain of being misunderstood and the suffocation of being speechless, he didn’t want to experience it, nor did he want her to experience it again.

Molly nodded, her heart softened.

She thought Michael would blame her, but he didn’t blame her. Instead, he empathized with her when she was wronged.

Michael’s emotional stability made her feel even more guilty.

“When No. 6 wakes up, I’ll have him apologize to you.”

She rubbed her eyes, speaking earnestly.

Michael Gallagher smiled, holding her hand, and gently responded with a “hmm.”

At this moment, Harry Lambert had just woken up.

No. 4 was sitting by his side. Seeing him wake up, he quickly called the doctor.

Harry Lambert waved his hand, “Where is Molly?”

No. 4 grinned enigmatically, “She’s talking with Michael Gallagher.”

Harry Lambert: “…”

“Michael Gallagher was taken by the police, and then released. I heard the police checked the surveillance footage, and you jumped from the building voluntarily.” No. 4 smirked, “You did it on purpose, right? You intentionally drove a wedge between Big Boss and her ex-husband because of you.”

Harry Lambert didn’t speak, and fiddled with the IV drip line. His long eyelashes covered his bright eyes.

“Big Boss believes that Michael harmed you and had him arrested. Do you think you’ve won? Such a clumsy plan, it’s embarrassing to watch, No. 6. Big Boss will never trust you like this again.” No. 4 was somewhat disappointed, and sighed, “You’d better explain it to Big Boss yourself later, I really don’t understand how someone as smart as you could not know the consequences.”

Surely, a luxury hotel would have surveillance on the rooftop. The truth would be revealed as soon as the police investigated.

Harry Lambert’s expression remained unchanged, looking up at him, “You guessed it earlier?”

No. 4 nodded and couldn’t help rolling his eyes.

“I don’t believe you’re this stupid.”

Harry Lambert laughed, a soundless, shallow smile, like a blossoming lotus in early summer.

“You know me quite well.”

No. 4 may be the youngest among them, but he is the most steady and aware.

“The decision was made shortly beforehand, not to cause separation.” Harry Lambert seemed to have thought of something, his lips slightly curled, his eyes showing a hint of sadness, “Big Boss and Michael have been unwilling to break through the issue of trust. I can only speed up their reconciliation process.”

“You mean…” No. 4 seemed to realize something, and his eyes filled with pain, “But you also love Big Boss, No. 6. You… sigh…”

They would be overjoyed if they reconciled, but what about No. 6?

Who understands the painstaking efforts he made?

“I didn’t plan to jump. Michael had figured out Molly’s identity, so I had to go along with it.”

Harry Lambert squinted, his eyes turning into a thin line. Thinking about Michael’s decision, the pain in his body seemed to lessen.

If Michael wanted to compete for “W,” he would definitely fight him to the death.

Now that Michael had withdrawn voluntarily, he would give him a great gift.

Although his move was risky, it was the only way to make Michael and Molly wholeheartedly trust each other.

It would be the best result for Master’s descendants and Molly to manage “W” together.

“What they lack the most is trust,” Harry Lambert pursed his lips, “As long as Molly is happy, I’m willing to do anything, even if it means playing the villain. But this time, the incident happened suddenly, and the plan had too many loopholes.”

After listening, No. 4 suddenly became speechless.

He was impressed by No. 6’s love-driven mind!

People say that nice guys end up with nothing, but No. 6 was giving up everything for her.

“I really don’t understand you love-stricken people.” No. 4 rolled his eyes, “I hope you don’t regret it later.”

“By the way, your cell phone has been ringing many times. It looks like it’s your Dad calling. You’d better call him back.”

Harry Lambert raised an eyebrow, picked up the cell phone, and felt a sense of foreboding when he saw the dozens of missed calls.

He quickly returned the call.

“Hello, are you a family member of Albert Lambert?”

“Yes.” Harry Lambert felt his eyelids twitching.

His old man seldom parted with his cell phone. Now that it was not with him, something must have happened.

Harry Lambert’s eyes became hot, his hand trembling uncontrollably.

“What… happened to my dad?”