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

But now, Michael Gallagher was about to appear, and it would soon become clear whether the news was true or false.

Bailey Gallagher opened his eyes wide, excitedly jumping down from the sofa.

At the entrance, Michael Gallagher, dressed in a long coat, walked in.

He was already good-looking, and having weathered hardships, his features appeared even more handsome, his jawline pronounced, his deep-set eyes revealing no emotion.

He stood tall, restrained yet sharp. Even if he was just wearing a coat, it couldn’t conceal his formidable aura.

Some members of the Gallagher family were stunned. The Michael Gallagher they remembered was an unrestrained and arrogant young man. But now, he had outgrown that youthful insouciance, yet continued to shine brightly.

“Uncle!” Bailey Gallagher, already having set food on the ground, rushed towards Michael Gallagher, wrapped his small arms around his leg, then started crying out loud.

All his worries, fears, and pressures in those days were finally released.

Michael Gallagher’s gaze gradually softened as he patted Bailey Gallagher’s head.

“Uncle, you’re really alive. Wuu-wuu-wuu, I thought you were dead, I was so afraid, Uncle. It’s so good, it’s so good you’re alive!”

He hadn’t cried when Isabelle Richardson died, nor did he when Noah Jenkins died.

But upon seeing Michael Gallagher, Bailey cried, his sobs heartbreaking.

His cries echoed in the hall, and everyone remained silent.

Someone couldn’t help wiping away their tears.

Not just Bailey, other members of the Gallagher family were also moved to see Michael Gallagher.

Ever since Michael Gallagher was “dead”, the status of the Gallagher family in Sunnydale was not what it used to be, and those who used to fawn upon them began to abandon them.

They used to feel that Michael Gallagher was an irresponsible man without any capabilities until he truly disappeared and the glory of the Gallagher family was no more. Only then did they realize how important Michael Gallagher was to the Gallagher family.

Now, Michael Gallagher was back, and the Gallagher family could hold their heads high again in Sunnydale!

“Mr. Gallagher, welcome back.”

Brian Lewis croaked out.

Michael Gallagher looked at him, gave a slight smile, nodding: “You’ve worked hard during this time.”

“Not at all, it was my duty.”

Brina Lewis’s eyes reddened.

Everything was understood without saying a word.

Thunderous applause broke out in the Gallagher family’s hall.

The relatives of the Gallagher family used their actions to express their welcome for Michael Gallagher.

In the past, the Gallagher family was torn apart, everyone wanted to seize more, but now, they united inexplicably.

Adversity reveals genuine integrity, adversity reveals the truth.

They had to admit, the Gallagher family couldn’t exist without Michael Gallagher.

“Mr. Gallagher, are you planning to stay in the Gallagher family from now on, rather than return to the Jenkins family?”

A voice emerged from the crowd, throwing out a question.

The hall fell deadly silent, you could hear a pin drop.

They hadn’t forgotten, Michael Gallagher wasn’t a Gallagher, but an illegitimate son of the Jenkins family.

So, which side would Michael Gallagher choose?

“I have no connection with the Jenkins family.” The detached tone in Michael Gallagher’s voice revealed an understanding of everything.

Upon hearing this, the others in the Gallagher family all let out a sigh of relief.

Just then, someone rushed in: “Mr. Gallagher, Miss Walker is outside, she’s saying it’s urgent. ”

Upon hearing that Molly Walker had arrived, a gentle smile appeared on Michael Gallagher’s face. He rose quickly to his feet and walked briskly towards the outside.

“Aunt Molly is here too?”The twinkle returned to Bailey Gallagher’s eyes as he followed Michael Gallagher, where he was stopped by Brian Lewis.

“Hold up, let them finish their chat.”

Bailey’s little legs stopped in their tracks; the light gradually died in his round, round eyes: “Okay then.”

…

Molly Walker, donning long boots, was folding her umbrella.

The rain was pouring heavily, and the little gravel path in the front yard had been washed clean.

Once Michael Gallagher stepped out of the house, he saw her standing under the eaves.

Long boots, thermal pants, and a white down jacket engulfed her like a fluffy ball.

Michael Gallagher reached out and took her hand, which was so chilly that he immediately started rubbing it to warm her up.

“It’s so cold, why did you come all the way here? You could’ve just called me if there’s something you needed. Why did you come in person?” Michael Gallagher looked at her face, now reddened from the cold, a trace of concern flickering in his eyes.

“There are some things that must be discussed in person.” Molly Walker glanced at the bustling villa hall, her brows knit slightly. “Let’s go somewhere else.”

A private room in the Sunnydale coffee shop.

Molly Walker relayed what Scarlett Jackson had told her.

“You’ve always suspected that the fire was arson. Could it be that Jerry Jenkins was trying to kill you?”

The Jenkins family had two heirs. If they wanted to kill Michael Gallagher, it would all make sense.

Michael Gallagher thought back to the words Noah Jenkins said before he died.

He seemed to have said that the fire was strange.

“Jerry Jenkins didn’t want to kill me.” Michael Gallagher’s fingers slowly clenched as a thought crossed his mind, “He wanted to kill Noah Jenkins.”

As long as Noah Jenkins was gone, he could legitimately take over the Gallagher family.

The Gallagher family had him, and the Jenkins family just needed Jerry Jenkins.

Hearing this, Molly Walker fell silent.

Everything seemed to fall into place.

“At the time of the fire, Master was still…”

Molly Walker didn’t want to make guesses about Master.

If Master was involved in that fire…

Michael Gallagher thought of what Edward Jenkins had said when he came to find him after the fire.

He said that the Gallaghers treated him badly and asked him to return to the Jankins family.

Michael Gallagher’s fingers tightened intensely, making a “squeaking” sound.

“I will have someone investigate this matter thoroughly.”

If it was indeed Jerry Jenkins, he would make sure Jerry paid the price.

If the Jenkins family was behind it, then the Gallagher family died unjustly.

Molly Walker held his cold hand, offering him some warmth.

“The truth is often cruel.” Molly Walker paused, thinking about her own life.

Even though everyone said her departure from the Thompson family was an accident, she knew it wasn’t.

She didn’t want to investigate because she didn’t want to face some truths.

“Ethan, do you really want to marry that lame girl?”

A coy voice interrupted Molly Walker’s thoughts.

Molly Walker turned towards the source of the voice, her brow furrowing.

Next to Ethan Hopkins stood a girl with a curvy figure and a petite stature. She had large eyes, appearing both adorable and sweet.

This person was clearly not Gillian Thompson.

Ethan Hopkins first glanced around to ensure there were no suspicious people, then lowered his voice: “Don’t get too close to me in public.”

“Why not?!” The girl looked aggrieved, almost about to cry. “You always told me you’d marry me. You told me to wait for you, that you’d deal with the matter with that lame girl and then break up with her. But how can I wait now that she’s pregnant? Ethan, I can’t take it anymore. I’m going to go crazy.”

Seeing his beloved in emotional turmoil, Ethan Hopkins let out a patient sigh, gently wiping away the tear at the corner of her eye: “Be good, I’m also enduring now. Once things are settled, I’ll dump her. Don’t worry, I’d have to be crazy to marry a lame girl. Be good, and don’t cry. It hurts me to see you cry.”

After speaking, Ethan Hopkins embraced the girl, a look of tenderness sweeping across his face.

This Ethan Hopkins was different from the one fawning over Gillian Thompson.

Molly could see at a glance that Ethan Hopkins was very fond of the cute and petite girl by his side. Very fond indeed.