The Ex-husband Wants to Get Power Every Day After the Divorce - Chapter 149

Chapter 149: Chapter 149: Reveal Your Secret

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She crouched down, put her hand on Bailey Gallagher’s shoulder, and said,

“Bailey, besides me, other people treat you well only for their own gains.”

She blinked, tentatively asking, “Did you hit someone today?”

Bailey Gallagher pouted and said nothing.

Isabelle Richardson sneered, “Don’t think that if you don’t talk, I won’t know. Others have told me that you hit Arthur Leaford.”

The atmosphere chilled.

Under Isabelle Richardson’s pressure, Bailey Gallagher nodded, “Yes, I did hit him. He deserved that!”

“Shut up!” Isabelle Richardson pinched his shoulder, “Do you know who he is? He’s a child of the Leaford family. Everyone in this school is either rich or influential. I’ve told you to keep a low profile, why won’t you listen? Would it hurt to endure a little humiliation?”

Thinking that Bailey Gallagher had offended people from the Leaford family, Isabelle Richardson felt more and more frustrated.

Although Bailey Gallagher was taken back by Michael Gallagher, Bailey was without any support now.

If he offended more people, the situation would only become more difficult, and she would have no chance of turning things around.

Isabelle Richardson’s wrist hurt from gripping his shoulder tightly, but she did not lighten her grip, she roared angrily, “If someone asks you to fight, do you just fight? Have you got any sense? If they ask you to eat shit, will you eat shit?”

Bailey Gallagher bit his lower lip, thought of what Arthur Leaford had said, and tears began to pool in his eyes.

Injured and angry, Bailey Gallagher gritted his teeth, pushed her away, and proclaimed, “She won’t let me eat shit. It’s you who let me eat shit!”

“What did you say?” Isabelle Richardson stared wide-eyed, unable to believe that Bailey Gallagher dared to talk to her like this.

In the past, whether she scolded or hit him, Bailey Gallagher clung to her, never daring to contradict her.

And now, he dared to push her away and speak against her!

“Bailey Gallagher, what’s wrong with you? Did that woman say something to you?” Isabelle Richardson took a deep breath, her usually gentle lips suddenly curled in a frightening cold smile, “Didn’t mom warn you? She’s a bad woman, the one who took away…”

Thinking that Bailey Gallagher already knew about his origins, Isabelle Richardson stopped her words and changed the subject.

“Mom is in a bad situation right now, all because of her. If she’s close to you now, she definitely has ill intentions. You have to trust your mom. Only mothers are good in this world; I won’t hurt you. Everything I’ve done is for you.”

Her delicate face showed a hint of sadness.

Every time she had this expression, Bailey Gallagher would hug her and tell her not to cry, promising to protect her when he grew up.

But this time, no matter how pitiful or sad she looked, Bailey Gallagher remained motionless.

“Bailey, don’t you trust mom?”

Bailey Gallagher’s small face was emotionless, he rolled up his sleeves, revealing the bruises on his body, “If Arthur Leaford had ordered someone to beat me like this, should I just endure it?”

Seeing the bruises on his hand, Isabelle Richardson’s face stiffened.

“Do you know why I hit Arthur Leaford?” Bailey Gallagher lowered his sleeve,

“He said that you slept with other people and that I am a bastard.”

Hearing those words, Isabelle Richardson’s face was completely frozen.

She didn’t expect that foul-mouthed kid from the Leaford family to say those words.

Watching Bailey Gallagher seriously explain himself, Isabelle Richardson suppressed her anger and changed her tone of voice, “Even so, you shouldn’t have hit him. If you get angry over such things, it would only validate their words and make them laugh at you and me.”

“But what they said is true!” Bailey Gallagher couldn’t bear it any longer, staring at her with wide eyes and raised voice, “Everyone knows you cheated on Dad…”

With a “slap” sound, Isabelle Richardson couldn’t help but hit him.

That slap contained a lot of force, sending Bailey Gallagher crashing into the wall.

“Who told you I cheated on him? Was it Molly Walker?”

“Do I need to be the one to say it?” Molly Walker slowly walked over, her face filled with sarcasm, looking at Isabelle Richardson as if she were a dirty cockroach.

“Everyone knows you, Miss Richardson, cheated on him with Jake Smith. Everyone saw it on the live broadcast.” Molly Walker crossed her arms and looked askance at her.

Unexpectedly, Molly Walker would come, Isabelle Richardson’s body shuddered, and her face was shrouded in gloom.

Seeing Molly Walker, Bailey Gallagher’s face brightened with a big smile,

“Sister Molly! I knew you would come!”

He happily rushed towards Molly Walker but was stopped cold by Isabelle Richardson.

“Molly, what’s your purpose in getting close to Bailey?”

Seeing Bailey excited at the sight of Molly, Isabelle’s anger grew.

Her son, carried for ten months, how did he become attached to this woman?

Most of the time, Bailey was afraid when he saw her. Nothing like now, as excited as if he’d met an idol!

And Molly … she was a sister, then what was she?

The more Isabelle thought about it, the angrier she became. She firmly grabbed Bailey, not letting him go.

Bailey, feeling the pain from her tight grip, quickly turned his eyes and opened his mouth to bite her hand…

Not expecting Bailey to bite her, Isabelle yelled in pain and released him.

Seizing his chance, Bailey dashed toward Molly.

Watching Bailey running towards her, Molly tensed and quickly reached out, pulling Bailey behind her.

Isabelle looked at the red teeth marks on her hand, and then at Bailey hiding timidly behind Molly. A sinister smile crawled onto her delicate face: “Bailey, come here.”

Bailey shook his head and hid further behind Molly.

Molly frowned: “Isabelle, treating Bailey like this will only make him more afraid of you.”

A flash of darkness crossed Isabelle’s eyes, quickly disappearing: “What does it have to do with you how I educate my own child?”

With an expressionless face, Molly pulled Bailey with her downstairs. Isabelle quickly rushed forward, trying to grab Bailey, but Molly caught her wrist.

A piercing pain spread from her wrist through her entire body. Isabelle’s face turned pale as she screamed, “Slut!”

Molly looked at the bandaged wrist, coldly laughing. Using all her strength, she shoved Isabelle’s wrist against the wall.

With a smack, Isabelle’s hand slammed into the wall.

Isabelle gritted her teeth in pain, cold sweat breaking out on her forehead.

Molly gave her a cold glance: “It’s a pity you didn’t die. But that’s good too; if you had died, it would have been too easy for you. I want to see how Miss Richardson, the heiress, will fall from heaven into hell.’

A dead proud peacock would be the end of it, but if stripped of its beautiful feathers, that would be the heaviest blow.

She vowed not to take revenge lightly. When she did, it would be devastating.

Evidence had been found; everything was in place.

She led Bailey downstairs.

Isabelle held her wrist, gritting her teeth in pain.

The sticky sensation on her hand reminded her that the wound had opened again.

But Molly’s words added a sense of fear to her heart.

The caregiver had disappeared, Jake Smith didn’t listen to her explanation, everything was spiraling out of her control.

Isabelle gradually had a bad feeling.

Molly took Bailey outside, and Bailey timidly glanced at her, whispering, “Thank you, Molly.”

Being called “Molly” felt so awkward.

“Call me Aunt.’