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

Chapter 182: Chapter 182: I Promise You

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“I just heard that your mother-in-law seems to be on her last legs…”

Hearing this, Molly Walker’s heart sank to the bottom.

Although she had mentally prepared herself, when the result truly arrived, she still didn’t know what to do.

“I’ll go there right now.”.

Molly quickly changed into a lightweight dark outfit and rushed out.

Jeremy Norman’s mother was waiting outside the door, seeing Molly leaving without even looking back, she frowned and said to Jeremy, “She’s still so attached to her previous family even after the divorce, and she’s pregnant with someone else’s baby. I don’t think this girl is really into you.”

“She’s never been into me,” said Jeremy with a smile, his eyes clear and cool. “It’s always been unrequited love.”

Hearing this, Jeremy’s mother’s breath hitched, and her face suddenly turned stern: “Unrequited love, for a woman like her?”

“Did you fall in love with her like this after only a few days in Sunnydale?” She had once doubted her son’s sexuality since he never had a girlfriend.

When she discovered that he liked Ivy Thompson, she not only didn’t dislike her but was very happy. Although Ivy was divorced, she was not a conservative person, and the family alliance was more about the benefits of the two families’ union.

But when it was later revealed that Molly was pregnant and had unclear relationships with several men, it crossed her bottom line.

The Norman family would never raise a child for another family.

Jeremy said nothing, his eyes flickering, offering no explanation.

Outside the hotel, as Michael Gallagher drove his Maybach out of the underground parking lot, Molly came out as well.

The car stopped in front of her, and the car window rolled down, revealing Michael’s handsome and distinguished face.

“Get in.”

Molly didn’t hesitate, opened the door and got in.

“How is my mom?” Molly asked anxiously, her heart pounding.

Just then, Michael’s cell phone rang, and he turned on the speaker directly.

“Michael… ”

It’s Lana Lewis’s weak voice!

Molly’s eyes widened.

“Mom, don’t worry, I’m already on my way.” Michael’s usually calm voice trembled.

“Is Molly with you…?” Lana’s voice was intermittent but her words were clear, obviously struggling.

Molly quickly called out, “I’m here, I’m here, Mom, hang in there. We’ll be there soon.”

“Molly, I want to ask you for a favor.” On the phone, Lana finished speaking, her breath becoming labored.

“Okay, tell me, I promise!”

The car sped along, but the heavens seemed to be against them, with red lights all the way. Michael pursed his lips, and the urgency in his eyes seemed ready to burst.

Molly was also so anxious that her eyes welled up with tears. Listening to her mother-in-law’s panting voice, it was clear that she was running out of time.

“Molly, I may have to go back on my word… I want to beg you, after my death, please help me take care of Michael. I’m sorry, Molly, but Michael is such a poor child, and I can’t rest easy…” Lana choked and cried halfway through her words. On the brink of death, she reflected on her life, and it was this son that she could not let go of, and also this child that she owed the most.

She had been partial all her life, and after the deaths of Noah Jenkins and her husband, she had poured all her anger and hatred onto her youngest son.

It was only when death was near that she became enlightened, but it was too late.

Even though she had promised Molly not to interfere in their affairs, at this moment, she reneged on her promise.

Hearing Lana’s words, Molly’s expression froze, and after a long silence, she looked at Michael’s stiff face in the rearview mirror.

At first, she didn’t want to agree, but this was Lana’s request, and perhaps even her dying wish.

Molly’s eyes reddened, and she choked, “Okay, I promise.”

“I know that after I die, the one who loves him most in this world will be you…” Lana’s voice trailed off, panting heavily, and she hung up the phone.

Molly’s fingers clenched into a fist, and her lips pressed into a thin line.

She didn’t dare to look at Michael’s expression in the rearview mirror, just hoping that they could get to the hospital as soon as possible to see her mother-in-law for the last time.

In local customs, a person must have a descendant to be present at their death, and her mother-in-law’s only descendants were Michael and Bailey Gallagher. Bailey was probably still at school at this time.

Michael raced the car, breaking traffic rules to the limit, and finally arrived at the hospital.

As soon as they stepped out of the car, an urgent voice called out, “Molly!”

A person wearing a duckbill cap and mask walked towards them.

“Are you Molly?” The person’s voice had no emotion.

Molly took a close look at her, a woman with an unclear face, carrying a black bag in her arms, not knowing what was inside.

“I am.” Molly nodded and then anxiously told her, “I’m sorry, but I have an urgent matter right now. Can we talk about it later?”

Although she didn’t know this person, she was still polite. Nothing was more important now than her mother-in-law’s matter.

As she walked towards the hospital entrance, the woman in the duckbill cap blocked her, asking with certainty, “The child in your womb is not Harry Lambert’s!”

Molly furrowed her brow, ignored her, and walked around her.

Just then, the woman burst out laughing and reached into her black bag.

Molly’s heart suddenly sank.

“Watch out!” Michael Gallagher warned coldly.

Right after, Michael moved his body towards her.

There was a loud “boom,” and something exploded.

All fell silent…

“Ah!”

“It’s a bomb!”

The screaming echoed through the sky, and people at the hospital entrance began to move about frantically.

After an unknown amount of time, Molly was awakened by the sound of an ambulance. She tried to open her eyes, but her vision was blurred by blood.

“Michael… ”

She struggled to prop her body up to see the person next to her, only to see a shadow soaked in blood.

With the loss of consciousness, Molly’s tears flowed.

I’m sorry.

In an unassuming neighborhood, Isabelle Richardson wore a mask and full outfit, entering a room.

It was a small studio apartment. Despite its size, it was well-equipped and furniture was neatly arranged.

A man in pajamas was lounging on the sofa, his shoulder-length disheveled hair framing his face. As to Isabelle, he tilted his head and blew a smoke ring.

“What a rare guest, I thought you’d never come again.”

He scoffed, the hair on both sides of his face shielding it tightly. Even though only half of his face was visible, it was clear he looked pretty good.

Isabelle put down the bag in her hand and said coldly, “Lana Lewis is dead.”

The man’s hand holding the cigarette paused.

Smoke filled the room. Isabelle ignored it and walked over to the man, sitting down on the sofa. “When I told you last time that she was terminally ill, you didn’t believe me. Now that she’s dead, you must believe me, right?”

The man didn’t speak, just kept smoking one cigarette after another.

Isabelle turned on the television, which was broadcasting the latest news.

When she saw Michael Gallagher taking a bomb blast for Molly, Isabelle couldn’t hold back her tears any longer and burst into tears.

“How foolish…”

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