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

Chapter 278 - 277: Love and Flattery Killing

Chapter 278: Chapter 277: Love and Flattery Killing

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“Suicide ” Isabelle Richardson’s eyes were dull, and she muttered to herself, “Impossible, he couldn’t have committed suicide. How could he commit suicide before I leave! Michael, are you lying to me? After hiding and going through so many hardships over the years, how could he commit suicide ”

Isabelle shook her head, refusing to believe the news about Xavier Gallagher’s death.

At present, aside from Xavier, there was no one else who treated her so well. Xavier was the person who loved her and pampered her the most.

Knowing that she wanted to marry Michael Gallagher, Xavier did his best to bring them together, even personally forging a testament for her, allowing Michael to marry her.

“Why did he commit suicide? Why didn’t you save him?!” Isabelle covered her mouth, tears pouring from the corners of her eyes.

Xavier was dead, the father of her baby was dead, and the man who loved her the most in this world was dead.

“He committed suicide, leaving only a testament requesting that I protect your life.”

Michael’s voice was cold, yet piercing.

Every word, like a knife, scraped at her heart.

“Fool! Such a fool. Xavier, you’re really a fool!” Isabelle’s eyes were bloodshot, and the tears seemed to have dried up in her eyes.

Xavier’s crimes were not insignificant, but as long as he was willing to change, he could have a high chance of avoiding the death penalty.

As for her, she had tainted her hands with the lives of so many people. She could not escape the punishment even if spared death.

She looked at Michael, and her heart seemed to stop beating for a moment.

She knew, Xavier committed suicide in exchange for her life.

He wanted to use Michael’s guilt to save her life.

But would Michael really help her?

Isabelle squeezed her fingertips, like she couldn’t hold onto the passage of life, and all she could think of were the sweet memories of her and Xavier.

Her heart died, and in that moment, it seemed as if she didn’t fear death anymore.

Maybe she loved Xavier too, but realized it too late.

“Michael, I know Xavier died in vain, and even if he used death to atone for his sins, you still won’t save me.” She stared at Michael with red eyes, and as expected, his eyes were calm, as if no matter what she said, he wouldn’t care anymore.

She lowered her head and smiled. As she smiled, tears welled up in her eyes again.

Michael had never truly liked her. Even though she had fabricated so many scandals and forced him to break up with Molly Walker, he never looked at her once.

He helped her and protected her only because of Xavier.

It seemed like Michael knew what she was thinking, his eyelashes lightly raised, and his thin lips moved slightly, his magnetic voice penetrating through, “I told you, your hands are stained with blood, I can’t save you.”

“Is it really that you can’t help me or you don’t want to make Molly sad?” Isabelle interrupted him, her voice full of accusation and resentment, “Do you love Molly? You’ve always loved her, haven’t you?”

“You pretend to go along with our scandals and help me, fearing that if I and Samuel Richardson harm her, you’d keep me stable on the surface, but in reality, you’re protecting her!”

Michael didn’t reply, his thin lips pressed into a line, and his fingers slightly bent, resting casually on the table as if he was listening to a story that had nothing to do with him.

After an unknown period of time, Michael finally responded with a simple “Yes.”

There was a trace of warmth in his deep pupils: “She is my wife.”

Molly was his wife, and it was only right for him to protect her.

Isabelle laughed, and while laughing, she cried.

She thought of a saying, don’t look at what someone has done, but look at the result.

The result was that Molly kept getting better, while she ended up in prison, almost losing everything.

She always thought that Michael was on her side, not realizing that he had always been guarding against her.

In his heart, she had always been a wicked woman.

“Michael, how cruel you are ” He created an illusion of affection for her, seemingly protecting her on the surface, but in fact, protecting someone else.

Greater love, greater blame.

The one he has always protected was Molly Walker.

Isabelle looked at Michael Gallagher desperately, thinking about the lawyer who had been committed to Molly, her heart felt like it turned into a cold, iron piece.

He has always helped Molly; he has always liked her and never changed.

Isabelle was too naive not to see the truth.

He had repeatedly refused to marry her and avoided being intimate with her, which had already shown his choice.

“Michael, you let me know who truly loves me in this world,” Isabelle slowly raised her head, but couldn’t see the bright sky, “Sadly, I realized this too late.”

Xavier Gallagher never heard a confession from her before he died.

With the death of the person who loved her the most, her heart also died.

Seeing Isabelle like this, Michael’s narrow and slanted eyebrows were furrowed, and the bright light made his handsome features look even colder.

Not far from the prison, Molly and Harry Lambert were walking in this direction.

“Xavier Gallagher’s last words were clear and simple, stating that he wanted Isabelle to live.”

Molly paused her footsteps.

“Xavier Gallagher was Michael Gallagher’s brother. At the beginning, he sacrificed himself to save Michael. In exchange for his death, he saved Isabelle’s life. Maybe Michael ”

Harry didn’t finish his speculation.

Michael had helped Isabelle more than once, so it’s no wonder he would have such thoughts.

It’s not just Harry, even Molly herself couldn’t be sure if Michael would help Isabelle.

Seeing that Molly was silent, Harry added, “Michael might not have the ability, but perhaps Zachary Jenkins could save Isabelle’s life. You know, nothing in this world is impossible. With enough money, you can even buy ten lives.”

Molly clenched her fists, thinking of everything Isabelle had done in the past.

When Isabelle was the eldest lady of the Richardson family, she indeed proved that having money allows one to do whatever they want, even playing with people’s lives at her fingertips.

There are laws in this world, but some people can always find loopholes in the rules to benefit themselves.

Molly sometimes wondered if she weren’t the fourth daughter of the Thompson family and had no backing from the “W” organization, would she have been dealt with by Isabelle long ago?

Thinking about this made her feel sad, but even more determined to make Isabelle pay for her deeds.

A woman with such a calculating heart, would definitely not do anything good for others if she had the chance to escape.

“We don’t need to predict about Zachary Jenkins’ actions,” Molly replied to No. 6’s concern in a few words.

Seeing her determination, Harry sighed.

He hoped that this time, Michael wouldn’t disappoint people again.

As Molly walked into the visitor’s area of the prison, she happened to run into Michael leaving from inside.

He was not wearing a mask, walking confidently and stopped when he saw her, his pupils constricting.

Molly looked at his back and asked in a hoarse voice, “Did you come to see Isabelle?”

Michael nodded gently, “Did you come to see her too?”

“Yes,” Molly stared intently at his facial expression, “Isabelle will soon be sentenced to death, so I came to see her one last time.”

“Do you remember what I told you before ” she raised the corner of her lips slightly, her bright and clever eyes became misty, like an impenetrable deep pool, “People do things, and heaven watches. I will personally send her to prison and let her pay for my grandmother’s life.”

Michael’s eyes stared deeply into hers, filled with a trace of lingering affection in his narrowed eyes.

“I remember,” he spoke in a low voice, with an imperceptibly hoarse whisper, “Your dream will come true soon.”

Molly’s heart tightened suddenly.

Michael’s deep voice carried a gentle tone that made one feel boundlessly embraced.

Molly furrowed her brows and asked suspiciously, “You’re not helping her anymore?”