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Chapter 18 - 18: Please spare him
Chapter 18 - 18: Please spare him
Chapter 18: Chapter 18: Please spare him
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Isabelle sat in the car, watching the trees and traffic receding, tears streaming down her eyes.
“Michael…”
She was left behind.
For some reason, since Joshua appeared, she felt things had taken a strange turn.
Molly’s grandmother’s death had indeed pushed Molly to take the initiative to quit, but Michael had changed and started to care for Molly.
No, she couldn’t let this continue.
She dialed a number.
“Lucy, didn’t I tell you to come up with a way to embarrass her? Why did she come out so confidently?”
After a pause, an angry reply came: “You tell me, why didn’t you mention her relationship with my cousin Damian? Do you know that today, it was almost me who was humiliated?”
“What happened…”
Lucy recounted everything that happened today.
Joshua Thompson, again!
Isabelle was furious.
Originally she had planned to use Lucy to embarrass Molly, so that even if Molly ended up with Michael, she would have lost face.
But unexpectedly, this instead benefited Molly greatly!
“Lucy, are you okay? I never thought Molly would resort to such despicable means; she even bewitched Joshua. To be honest, I didn’t know about her relationship with him. The new high-end model from the Spencer family just arrived this season; I’ll send it to you tomorrow. This time it was indeed my mistake.” Isabelle hastily pretended to be weak and begged for mercy.
Lucy didn’t doubt her: “We’ve been friends for so many years, I believe you. Just rest assured, Damian still sides with me; he said he would take care of it.’
Damian Thompson?
Isabelle smirked.
“I didn’t expect Damian to be so protective of you.”
“I’m his cousin, who is Molly? Just an outsider with no background. Damian knows who matters more.”
Hearing this, Isabelle finally felt relieved.
She had been worried that, after divorcing Michael, Molly would really marry Joshua. But considering Damian’s attitude, he probably wouldn’t let Molly enter the Thompson family’s door.
“Isabelle, don’t worry. If we fail this time, there’s always a next time. I won’t let her slip through my fingers.” Lucy gritted her teeth in hatred.
When it came to mischief, Isabelle admitted she wasn’t even one-fifth as skillful as Lucy.
It seemed that this time wasn’t completely fruitless.
At least she gained an ally.
“Let’s head to the hospital.” Isabelle thought of Lana.
Some things, she couldn’t do herself.
Molly drove Michael to the entrance of the mansion and asked him to get out of the car. Just as she prepared to leave him behind, he seemed to know what she was about to do and quickly grabbed the car door handle.
“You want to leave me behind?” Michael’s face was as dark as charcoal.
Caught red-handed, Molly’s face turned red.
Ever since Michael mentioned not wanting a divorce, she drove to the mansion as fast as possible. She initially planned to go to the hospital with him, but now she wanted to part ways with him as soon as she left the mansion.
Michael’s behavior today was somewhat strange.
Seeing his gloomy face, she immediately thought of a possibility. “Michael, you’re not planning to offer yourself, are you?”
She only saved him out of human kindness; he wouldn’t be so morally depraved as to…
Seeing her horrified look further confirmed the suspicion in Michael’s heart.
At first, it was just a test. She almost abandoned the car, and her unwilling face expressed the problem: she was determined to divorce.
If he forcibly refuses to divorce, she might end up seeking revenge.
His deep eyes stared at her closely, his furrowed brows relaxing at the last moment. He spoke in a hoarse, emotionless voice: “Don’t worry, we’ll divorce.”
“That’s good.” Molly patted her chest, as if she had let out a great sigh of relief.
Michael pursed his lips, a sudden heavy feeling pressing down on his chest.
He wanted to protect her; if possible, she could live under his wings for a lifetime.
The Gallagher family could afford to take care of her.
But if she wanted to be with the person she loved, he could only let go.
She was right; he had given up on her on their wedding night.
His throat was painfully dry, his clothing at the back soaked, as if something had dampened it. The wound was getting more painful.
He gritted his teeth and squeezed a few words through them: “See you at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau tomorrow.”
“Okay.”
In Molly’s smile, there was a kind of ease she had never experienced before.
Perhaps by saving him once, letting go was more relaxed.
“Should I go now?” Molly pointed to the small electric car.
As expected, the man in front of her willingly took a few steps back.
Just as she was about to start the car, she heard a bang behind her.
Michael had fainted!
Molly quickly stopped the car and helped him up, preparing to perform first aid, but when her hand touched his back, it was wet and sticky with a fishy smell.
Blood!
She immediately remembered that the injury on his back was from protecting her from the falling crystal chandelier.
Michael was taken back to the previous hospital. This time, the doctor gave a firm order that he could not leave.
“How did the family take care ot him? His burn hasn’t healed, and now his wound has worsened. It’s easy for an infection to threaten his life!”
Molly clenched her lip, accepting the doctor’s accusation.
She didn’t know why Michael had insisted on coming out with the wound.
Was it for her?
Was he afraid she might be bullied in Thompson family’s home?
How could that be? He couldn’t be that kind!
They were about to divorce.
“Doctor, please save him at all costs.” Seeing the doctor frowning, Molly had a bad feeling.
The doctor waved his hand helplessly: “I’ve seen disobedient patients before, but this is the first time I’ve met someone who doesn’t care about their own life. I can only do my best in this situation, but everything else is up to fate.” The doctor’s words left Molly rooted to the spot.
She had seen Michael acting like nothing was wrong and assumed that his injury wasn’t serious, but it had already reached this level of severity.
“Doctor, please do whatever you can…”
With a loud slap, a hand fiercely hit her face, interrupting her words.
“Molly, you bitch! If it weren’t for you, Michael would have been sent to the hospital already!” Isabelle cried, tears streaming down her face. “Please let him go! Others may want money in a divorce, but you’re asking for his life!”
The pain on her face brought Molly back to her senses.
She looked at Isabelle, her head pounding.
As Isabelle prepared to slap her a second time, Molly caught her hand.
“I will take responsibility for what I have done, but it’s not your place to teach me a lesson.”
Isabelle didn’t care, reaching out with her other hand to slap her, only to get slapped back by Molly.
Isabelle was stunned.
The entire corridor filled with onlookers fell silent.
Not far away, Joshua and Damian, carrying a fruit basket, were walking in their direction.
Seeing this scene, they involuntarily stopped in their tracks..