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

Chapter 380: Chapter 379: He Has Always Been in Hell

Michael Gallagher’s brows furrowed, and his deep eyes seemed a few shades darker.

He tightened his grip on his fingers, his heart trembling fiercely.

“What was the result?”

The people in the car looked at him in confusion as he nervously asked.

Mr. Jenkins squinted, and the atmosphere in the car became tense.

“Mr. Gallagher, your baby is at low risk from the non-invasive test, and the probability of Down Syndrome is relatively low. It seems that the previous Down Syndrome Screening was mistaken.”

Hearing this, Michael Gallagher felt as if a stone had been lifted from his heart.

However, in the next moment, the doctor continued, “But we found that the fibroids in Miss Walker’s womb were growing. If they continue to grow, they may compress the fetus. Miss Walker is currently at high-risk pregnancy, and the specific situation requires further examination to prevent any impact on the baby and Miss Walker.”

“Alright, I understand.” Michael Gallagher lowered his eyes, feeling the weight on his heart pressing down again. “Don’t tell her about this for now. I’ll discuss the rest with her.”

Molly Walker had been with him only once, and she became pregnant after that.

Because Molly had been lacking in affection since she was a child, she valued the baby immensely.

If she knew that the odds were against the baby, she might not be able to accept that outcome.

“Michael, what’s going on? Was it the hospital calling?” Mr. Jenkins smiled with a faint hint, his tone drawn out. “Did the results for Down Syndrome come in?”

“That Molly, she’s so thin and fragile. It’s clear that she’s not suited for childbirth. I don’t mean to be nosy, but if the child can’t be had, don’t have it. With your status, there will be plenty of people who can have children for you in the future…”

“There’s nothing wrong with Molly.” Michael Gallagher interrupted Mr. Jenkins. “My child can only be hers. If she wants to give birth, then we will. If she doesn’t want to or cannot, then I’ll remain childless.”

“Childless?” Mr. Jenkins stared in astonishment. “Your last name is Jenkins, our family needs heirs! How can you be childless…”

“My last name is not Jenkins.” Michael Gallagher’s dark eyes were icy cold. “It’s Gallagher.”

“Today, I just came to warn you not to target Molly. She participated in the competition fairly and didn’t harm you in any way.”

His indifferent gaze swept over Scarlett Jackson’s shocked face.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to. What you’ve done to her today, I’ll make you pay it back one by one.”

“Pay back?” Mr. Jenkins grew angry. “How do you want us to pay back? Take my life? I won’t live much longer anyway, you might as well let me die now! None of you ever give me peace of mind.”

Mr. Jenkins was feeling guilty but didn’t dare show it.

Only a few people knew about him asking Stephen Crane for help, and he couldn’t believe that even his grandson knew.

Michael Gallagher didn’t listen to him. After the words of warning, he opened the car door and went out.

He looked up at the RV in the distance. The vehicle had already driven away, and the ink-black light in his eyes gradually flickered.

Although he knew that Scarlett was trying to sow discord, it was very likely true.

Molly married him in the first place for certain reasons.

If the organization was founded by Edward Jenkins, then everything would make sense.

She obeyed Edward’s words and married him, and the organization “followed orders” to protect her.

Thinking of this result, Michael Gallagher clenched his fists, feeling as if his heart was splitting open, the wind rushing in.

He could accept a marriage based on benefits, but that was when there was no emotional attachment.

But now that he had placed her in the depths of his heart, he had opened the door to let her in. Only to discover in the end that she had stabbed him while inside.

He clenched his teeth and closed his eyes, trying to suppress the sadness in his heart.

He had been suffering for so long, thinking that he had found salvation. But it turned out he had always been in hell.

No one had ever reached out to help him.

Not even the person he loved.

Molly sat on the third floor of the RV, her eyes slowly following the surrounding cars.

Natalie Lambert and Zoey Lambert appeared worried.

After the competition, their cousin had become like this, and it was clear that she had something on her mind.

“Cousin Ivy, why don’t you call Michael Gallagher and ask him what’s going on? Maybe he had an emergency and had to leave first.”

“Yes, cousin, misunderstandings between lovers mustn’t be allowed. Whatever it is, you should talk about it early. If you let it linger, it will become an emotional knot.”

Both of them took turns advising her.

Molly smiled lightly and said, “I’m not thinking about that. I’m thinking about going back home in a few days.”

“My grandmother’s birthday is coming up, but I remember in Sunnydale, people only commemorate the death anniversary after someone passes away. I’m not sure if it’s against traditions for me to celebrate my grandmother’s birthday.”

“What’s traditional or not? Rules are made by people. You had a special relationship with your grandmother; you can celebrate her birthday however you want.” Joshua Thompson blinked. “I haven’t met your grandmother yet; I’ll go with you when the time comes.”

“I’ll go too,” added Damian Thompson.

“Let’s all go.” Amanda Leaford smiled. “Your grandmother is your grandmother and also my benefactor. It’s a pity she passed away so early; otherwise, I would have wanted to thank her in person.”

Seeing everyone willing to go, Molly sighed in relief.

“When the time comes, we’ll all go together. My grandmother would be very happy to see you all.”

Molly’s heart warmed up as she saw the Thompson family’s enthusiasm.

After experiencing an unfair competition, Michael Gallagher’s unexplained departure, and the organizer’s humiliating purchase of her work, it was a lie not to feel hurt.

But having her family’s support ignited a fire in her heart, warming her from head to toe.

“I’ll go too. I haven’t been to Sunnydale for a long time; it’ll be good to clear my head.” Zoey Lambert spoke softly.

“Please don’t. You have a blind date tomorrow. If it goes well, you’ll be entering the dating stage directly. You won’t have time for something like that.” Natalie Lambert teased her.

“Zoey is going on a blind date?” Amanda Leaford asked in surprise, “Who introduced it? Is it a trustworthy source?”

“It was my mentor who introduced it. He said it’s a local in Capital City. My mentor treats me well, so the person he introduces shouldn’t be bad.”

She had never been willing to accept blind dates before, but now she accepted it calmly.

Mentors rarely do this kind of blind dating, unless the other party is truly excellent.

The next day, Zoey Lambert put on makeup and dressed neatly, arriving at her mentor’s house early in the morning.

The door to her mentor’s house was open, and as Zoey Lambert walked in, she saw a familiar person sitting on the sofa.

Zoey Lambert’s face turned pale, and she instinctively stepped back.

“Miss Leaford.”

Jerry Jenkins stood up, his eyes curved and greeted her.

Not expecting to see Jerry Jenkins here, Zoey Lambert had a horrible feeling.

At this moment, the mentor came over with a plate of dishes, and seeing Zoey Lambert, he quickly called out with a smile, “Zoey is here! Jerry just arrived too. Come in. You two can chat while I finish making the food.”

Once the mentor finished speaking, he hurriedly went back to the kitchen.

Zoey Lambert stood by the door, unsure whether to go in or stay out.

If she didn’t realize what was happening now, she would be foolish.

She never thought that the person her mentor introduced would be Jerry Jenkins!