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

Chapter 279: Chapter 278: Why Help

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After hearing Xavier’s last wish, she thought Michael would change.

“Why help?” Michael nodded slightly, his eyes deep and profound, his tone relaxed, “I don’t want to grow further apart from you.”

He was dressed in a long black windbreaker, hiding in the dim light. Only when his deep black eyes looked at her, they stirred up gentle waves.

His soft and gentle voice was like a long, thin feather, making her heart skip a beat and then started to beat wildly.

Molly squinted her eyes and hurriedly turned her face away, murmuring softly, “You couldn’t help even if you wanted to.”

“She has done so many terrible things, and now there is undeniable evidence against her. The law will punish her severely, and nobody can save her.”

If Isabelle could still be saved after all this, what kind of justice could this world possibly have?

But whether she could be saved or not was one matter, and whether Michael would help her was another.

As long as Michael didn’t help Isabelle, Molly would be grateful.

“Let’s go back, there’s no need to keep watching.” She smiled at No. 6 next to her, “The result has come out anyway, there’s no need to watch her and feel upset.”

Without hesitation, she turned around. Harry Lambert was silent for a few seconds, staring straight at Michael, then suddenly smiled, “It’s great that Mr. Gallagher is alive, or else I would have to shoulder the blame for a lifetime.”

“The bomb incident was done by your fans. How could you be blamed?” Michael hinted, “Even if I really died, it wouldn’t be related to you. There’s no need for you, Mr. Lambert, to feel guilty.”

“Shut up!” Harry Lambert grabbed his collar and gritted his teeth, “Your fake death has caused me enough trouble. Everyone is blaming me ”

Thinking of something, he suddenly smirked, “But Molly didn’t blame me. After all, you’ve done so many bad things. If you’re dead, you’re dead; at least you can’t harm her anymore. It’s just that the image you portrayed before your death was too positive, and those who don’t know the truth feel sympathy for you.”

Michael stood straight, his expression distant, and his deep pupils showed no emotion. However, when he heard the word “harm”, his pupils shrank slightly.

Harm, maybe he really was a harm to Molly back then

Thinking of Isabelle’s actions, Michael lowered his eyelids, clenching his fists.

The more he had protected Isabelle back then, the more he had hurt Molly.

“No. 6.”

Molly, who had walked a long way, called out to Harry Lambert. Harry responded with a sound, rolled his eyes at Michael and hurriedly followed her quickly.

“Molly, where are we going now?”

From a distance, Michael heard Molly whisper a place, and Harry trotted behind her like her guardian.

Michael stood there, his feet as if rooted to the ground. It felt like a piece of his heart had been emptied, and the wind was whistling in.

As Grandfather had said, there were many other men for her to choose from, and these men didn’t even mind being “happy stepfathers.”

Thinking of this fact, the pain in his bones grew stronger, and cold sweat seeped from his forehead.

Capital City First People’s Hospital, in Daniel’s hospital room, the Thompson family, and the police were gathered.

At this time, Daniel sat on the bed, staring blankly at the people around him, involuntarily shrinking his legs back, “What do you want to do?”

Amanda Leaford stood in the distance, her eyes red and swollen.

Damian looked at the police officer standing next to him and asked solemnly, “Officer Harrison, have you thoroughly investigated my father’s case? Was it really man-made?”

“We’re not yet sure, but we can’t rule out the possibility of suicide. We’ve found that he quarreled with your mother and sister before the accident. If he becomes impulsive and does something stupid, it wouldn’t be impossible. Can you tell me if there’s any personal grudge between your father, mother, and sister? I want to know how much this might have influenced his decision to commit suicide.” Officer Harrison looked at Daniel and frowned, with a pen and paper in his hand, looking strictly professional.

“Officer, my dad and mom’s issue is our family’s private matter. There’s no need to tell you, right? As for my sister’s issue, everyone knows about his bias. It’s well-known that he and my sister didn’t get along, but if he were to commit suicide, he wouldn’t have waited until now.” Joshua Thompson extinguished the cigarette in his hand, glanced impatiently at Daniel, and kicked the corner of the bedside table, “Hey, old man, do you really not remember anything?”

The bed shook violently, and Daniel shuddered, looking indignant, “Which family’s stinky brat are you? So rude! Call your parents over, I want to ask them how they raised you.”

Joshua twitched his mouth and rolled his eyes, “My dad is you.”

Daniel Thompson choked out, staring at him: “I’m only in my thirties, how could I have a son as old as you! Where’s Amanda! Where is my wife Amanda?”

He frantically started searching, and when he saw Amanda Leaford, his eyes suddenly lit up: “Amanda, come here, who are these people? They’re so old, and yet they say I’m their father, how shameless.”

Joshua Thompson:

Amanda Leaford:

Nicholas Thompson looked at his father like this, his eyebrows furrowed, and said to the doctor next to him, “Is there no cure for my father’s illness?”

“There is currently no cure for Alzheimer’s disease, I’m sorry.” The doctor’s face was full of apologies.

The room suddenly became quiet.

“He’s still so young ” Amanda’s face was full of despair, “How could he have dementia so early.”

“Dementia!” Joshua Thompson rolled his eyes, “Not remembering anything is a blessing for him, isn’t it? Does he even remember what he did to Fourth Sister?”

Thinking of this, Joshua Thompson became furious, he walked up to Daniel Thompson, put his hand on his shoulder, and grinned maliciously: “Old man, you’re almost sixty now. Because of your favoritism, your own daughter doesn’t acknowledge you, and your adopted daughter deceived you. You’re not a thirty-year-old strong man; you’re a lonely, pitiful old fart!”

Daniel Thompson’s eyes widened in terror. Joshua Thompson chuckled, glancing at the doctor: “Dementia patients shouldn’t be afraid of stimulation, right?”

The doctor gave an embarrassed smile: “Well it’s better not to stimulate the patients.”

Damian Thompson walked up to Joshua Thompson and pulled him away: “I know you have resentment, but personal grudges are not the most important thing right now.”

He said to Officer Harrison, “My father has Alzheimer’s disease. If he had symptoms before, then the possibility of suicide is not great.”

“The possibility of suicide is unlikely, but what if it was an accident?” Officer Harrison glanced at Daniel Thompson, “Dementia patients are not sensitive to directions, so the possibility of falling into the river is also high.”

“So you mean my father is just unlucky?” Damian Thompson’s eyes turned cold.

Officer Harrison nodded: “Most likely, I think we should just close the case like this. You wealthy people love conspiracy theories, there aren’t that many traps, most cases are accidents, and it’s good that people are fine, right?”

Officer Harrison, holding the pen cap in his mouth, squinted his eyes as he wrote on the paper, “I think you should pay more attention to the old man’s feelings. Some old people seem to be hiding a lot at the bottom of their hearts! I think you kids aren’t that filial either, instead of having free time ”

“I’m sorry to interrupt.”

A clear female voice interrupted his words.

Molly Walker entered first, followed by Harry Lambert who came in after her.

“Isn’t it too rash for you guys to file the case like this!” Molly Walker raised her lips indifferently, handing him a USB drive, “This contains all the surveillance footage along the way, I hope it will be helpful to your investigation.”

Seeing the USB drive, Officer Harrison raised an eyebrow and sneered: “We have this, and the surveillance was broken and didn’t capture anything.”

He didn’t know where some people got their surveillance from, questioning their guesses.

Looking at the bright woman in front of him, his first thought was contempt.

“I know the official one is broken, but mine is not the official one.” Molly Walker glanced at Harry Lambert. Harry Lambert took a palm-sized machine out of his pocket and projected a large piece of surveillance footage instantly appeared on the white wall in front of everyone.

“This is the surveillance and evidence from the perspective of businesses, small vendors, and even passersby.”

Business, passerby perspective of surveillance!

Not to mention how long it would take to investigate these, it would be difficult to get these people to help.

Moreover, passersby come and go, finding witnesses from that day is even more difficult.

Seeing such comprehensive evidence, Officer Harrison’s face suddenly darkened.

Without looking at the shocked expressions inside the room, Molly Walker casually introduced the contents of the USB drive, “I knew the official one was incomplete, so I found passersby to make up for all the surveillance.”

As she spoke, she stared at the images on the wall, her beautiful lips curling up slightly. She inserted her hands into her coat pockets, looking lazy but full of momentum.