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

Chapter 191: Suspicious

Chapter 191: Chapter 191: Suspicious

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This temperament reminded him of that person involuntarily.

But he quickly dismissed the thought.

This person could be anyone, but definitely not that one.

“I don’t know either.” Under Damian Thompson’s gold-rimmed glasses, a pair of sharp eyes gleamed. “This man has a strong ability to evade detection. Every time my people try to follow him, he is able to shake them off.”

“Wearing a mask when meeting Isabelle shows that he’s extremely cautious about his surroundings.” Molly Walker thought about how he kissed Isabelle through the mask and furrowed her brow. “Covering his face means he’s either too ugly and afraid of scaring others, or he’s afraid of being recognized.”

“Judging from his exposed eyes and nose, the possibility of him being ugly is unlikely. He must be hiding his identity.”

Molly held the photo, and her mind seemed to be on the verge of a revelation when the door knocked. Joshua Thompson’s casual voice rang out, “Harry Lambert is here.”

Harry Lambert?

Damian Thompson whispered to her, “He had been guarding your room when you were unconscious. After you woke up, he fled. Now he seems to have figured things out.”

Molly remained silent.

She also knew about Harry Lambert’s exit from the circle; it was his fans who did it, and he himself wasn’t really involved. However, with Harry’s personality, he would surely take all the responsibility on himself.

“Let him go to the rooftop.”

The Thompson family’s house had a beautiful sky garden-like rooftop, which was quiet and comfortable, perfect for chatting.

Opening the door, Joshua Thompson leaned lazily against the doorframe with his arms crossed: “What secret are you two talking about in the room?”

“To the rooftop, right? Let’s go together!”

Joshua Thompson huffed and walked towards the elevator.

Molly didn’t refuse, walked obediently to his side, and waited for the elevator with him.

“Third brother, thank you.”

“Don’t thank me, I haven’t done anything. If you want to thank someone, thank first and second brother.” Joshua Thompson’s lips twitched, feeling sour. “They are more useful than me.”

Molly couldn’t help but laugh at his strange tone.

He was jealous that she hadn’t asked him for help!

Indeed, Joshua Thompson was jealous. He was the first to find her, originally thinking he had the highest status among the three brothers. Now that Molly woke up, she had asked various people for help, even Nicholas Thompson, but only he had no sense of presence.

He could accept the eldest brother being superior since he was the heir of the family with greater abilities than himself, but what about Nicholas Thompson? Could he be inferior to Nicholas as well?

“Third brother, I didn’t ask you for help because I wanted you to rest and then help me with something big.”

Molly’s soft voice slowly smoothed Joshua’s irritability.

“Big deal?” His face relaxed, pretending to ask casually, “What is it?”

“You know Violet Summers, right?” Molly lowered her eyes, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly.

“Gillian Thompson’s friend?” Joshua Thompson became serious. “What do you want with her?”

He remembered that Violet Summers was a member of the W Organization. After speaking with their father a few times, he gave up the idea of asking Gillian to return to the old house.

He later investigated Violet. Indeed, she was very capable, no wonder even his father didn’t dare to offend her.

Molly’s lips curved, and her tone was calm and cold: “She likes Michael Gallagher.”

Joshua Thompson raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes deepening.

She liked Michael Gallagher, but now he was dead.

Thinking of Isabelle’s anger when she came to the house, Joshua Thompson’s gaze became cold, and he suddenly thought of something.

“I suspect she’s planning something else.” Molly smiled, “I’m sorry, third brother. This matter is a bit complicated, especially because it involves Gillian Thompson…”

If she interfered in matters involving Gillian, she would end up with the blame for harming her adopted sister.

Gillian’s reluctance to return to the old house meant she still had ill intentions. Violet’s help for Gillian couldn’t be just for the sake of friendship; Molly suspected that she had other motives.

She wasn’t worried about Violet framing her now, but she feared that Violet’s target was the entire Thompson family.

Only a huge temptation could make one betray the organization. Gillian might have even gambled the entire Thompson family to Violet.

“Leave it to me.” Joshua Thompson saw her seriousness and heightened his alertness.

Entrusted with this important task, Joshua’s mood improved significantly. After sending her to the rooftop, he was not curious about what she would discuss with Harry Lambert and took the initiative to go downstairs, giving them space to talk.

Seeing Joshua Thompson rush downstairs, Molly Walker chuckled softly.

No wonder Gillian Thompson didn’t want to leave the Thompson family. Having a protective brother did provide a sense of security.

On the rooftop, flowers and trees grew lushly. Although it was winter, the well-tended rooftop resembled a flowerbed with clusters of blossoms, even more vibrant than spring.

A servant brought tea and refreshments. Molly sat in a small wooden chair next to the table, casually picking up a book to read.

When Harry Lambert approached, he immediately spotted her sitting in the garden. She was wrapped tightly in a white faux fur coat, her hair held up with a long wooden hairpin, revealing only a few strands of wispy bangs, making her look even more graceful.

Feeling someone staring at her, Molly paused and gently placed her book on the table, looking at Harry Lambert with a soft smile, “You’re here? Have a seat.”

Harry Lambert wore a black windbreaker and a gray knitted hat, his scarf was the latest style from the Spencer family. Upon her invitation, his steps lightened up.

“You’ve lost weight.” Molly looked at the person she had known since childhood, uttering softly.

Harry Lambert laughed, his eyes filling with tears, “So have you.”

He gazed deeply at her, as if trying to engrave her image in his mind.

Thankfully, she was alright, or else he wouldn’t want to live either.

“Actually, you didn’t need to quit the circle. The last incident wasn’t your fault…”

“What would it take for you to blame me?” Harry Lambert interrupted her. “I know you’re good-hearted and gentle, and rarely blame others. Even if someone does something wrong, you’ll find all kinds of reasons to excuse them! But I clearly made a mistake, why don’t you blame me? If you’d blame me even once, I wouldn’t feel so miserable and tormented!”

With a hoarse voice, Harry Lambert’s beautiful eyes overflowed with tears, like an injured deer.

Seeing him like this, Molly lost her words. She opened her mouth, whispering softly, “Because it really wasn’t your fault…”

“What about Michael Gallagher?” Harry Lambert asked coldly. “You blame him for cheating, being irresponsible, and helping Isabelle Richardson… He can easily stir your emotions because you care about him.”

Harry’s words were like a sharp sword, piercing her heart.

Indeed, she blamed Michael Gallagher. Before the incident happened, she had planned never to forgive him and to brand him as a shameless scoundrel for the rest of his life.

But she never thought that Michael would die to save her or that he had so many untold hardships.

“You’re right. I scolded and hated him because I cared.” Molly’s eyes welled up. “I blamed all my negative emotions on him but never thought that I had problems too.”

She thought so badly of him for fear that she might look back.

Seeing her tearful eyes, Harry Lambert felt a pang of sorrow.

“I’m sorry…”

Unable to suppress his turbulent emotions any longer, he lost control when he saw her seemingly uncaring expression.

These days, he couldn’t sleep at night, lying to himself that Michael Gallagher’s death had nothing to do with him.

“Harry…” Molly regained her composure and looked at him calmly. “I really don’t blame you.”

“I only blame myself.”

She blamed herself for not expressing her feelings to Michael, telling him that she was his wife and that they could face difficulties together.

Isabelle had once told her that she couldn’t heal Michael. She was right; not only had she failed to heal him, but she had also stabbed his heart mercilessly.

Harry Lambert closed his eyes, steadied his emotions, and when he opened them again, they were filled with clarity and respect.

“After the doctors declared Michael Gallagher beyond help, he was hurriedly taken to the crematorium. The people there knew who he was but cremated him without waiting for the Gallagher family to arrive or even notifying them. By the time the Gallagher family arrived, it was too late, and they didn’t even get to see him one last time. They were about to make a scene when Michael’s assistant stopped them.”

Upon hearing this, Molly’s gaze faltered.

It was indeed unusual for the hospital to process a person’s body so quickly.

What had really happened to Michael Gallagher? Why did the hospital and the crematorium cremate him without even notifying anyone?

The thought that Michael might have been cremated without even changing his clothes weighed heavily on Molly’s heart. She asked, trembling, “Are you saying that there’s more to his death?”

“No.” Harry Lambert’s lips curled up slightly, his eyes gleaming with brilliance. “I suspect that he’s not dead at all.”