The Ex-husband Wants to Get Power Every Day After the Divorce - Chapter 358
Chapter 358: Chapter 357: Don’t Blame Her
“Michael Gallagher!”
Just as he was about to step out the door, Molly Walker nervously clutched the thin quilt and said in a panic, “I just fainted and didn’t receive your call. I didn’t intentionally stand you up.”
“Hmm.”
Michael didn’t say anything else, just gave a faint “hmm” and left without looking back.
Molly lowered her eyes, feeling a tightness in her chest.
She didn’t know how to explain, but she knew Michael must be very dissatisfied.
Harry Lambert was leaning against the wall, holding a cigarette in his hand. Seeing Michael coming out, he waved the cigarette and said, “Don’t blame her. I turned off her cell phone.”
“She just had a blood test, her body is weak, and I turned off the sound of her phone to let her rest.”
Michael gave him a cold glance, with just one look, making Harry’s brow furrow.
Was Michael really that jealous?
Harry wanted to say a few more words for Molly, but the look in Michael’s eyes had left him speechless.
He felt it was not the right time to talk. The more he said, the more mistakes he would make.
So it was best to keep quiet.
After Michael left, Harry hurried back into the room, “What did you guys say? Why is he so angry?”
“We didn’t say anything. I already explained everything that needed to be explained.” Molly held her forehead, feeling a bit weak as she leaned against the bed and closed her eyes to rest.
Michael’s silent departure made her even more uncomfortable.
She knew Michael must be upset, but she had already explained. What more did he want? If he was truly unhappy, he could say it instead of showing such a cold face to everyone.
She recalled a quote she once saw, a good love is mutual and should be honest.
And she had been honest enough.
Perhaps it was because of just having a blood test that her body felt tired and her mood was also oppressed.
At her most vulnerable moment, she needed someone to accompany her. Michael’s indifference and hasty departure drained her of energy and confidence.
Just then, James Leaford called.
Molly hurriedly answered the call: “Hello, uncle.”
“Have you met Michael?” James teased her over the phone.
As Molly thought about Michael, her chest tightened, but she just gave a faint “hmm” in response.
“When do you plan to have the remarriage wedding? Why not have it in Capital City, with me escorting you?” Considering his unreliable brother-in-law, James said with certainty, “Uncle has everything planned for you, including the hotel, and will make sure you have a grand wedding.”
He had heard that when Molly first married into the Gallagher family, there was no lavish celebration and many guests were not even invited.
Since the Gallagher family planned to have a secret marriage, the wedding at that time must have been conducted in a low-key manner.
His two daughters had taught him how important a sense of ceremony was to a woman and that it would follow her all her life.
Now that Michael had proposed again, as Molly’s uncle, he had to make up for her with a grand wedding.
Hearing this, Molly paused for a few seconds before asking softly, “Uncle, why did you suddenly mention this?”
“Uh…” James was taken aback and asked quietly, “Didn’t Michael propose to you?”
“No.” Molly tightened her fingers, bit her lip, her eyes reddening.
Not only had he not proposed, but things ended on a sour note.
James fell silent.
After Michael left, he thought the couple would have gone on a date and tried to estimate when the dust would have settled before he couldn’t help but call to confirm.
Unexpectedly, Michael hadn’t proposed?
Feeling James’s disappointment, Molly clutched her phone tightly, hesitating to ask, “Uncle, why did you ask about this?”
Was Michael planning to propose to her today?
“Oh, it’s nothing. I just saw Michael waiting for you for so long and thought he was going to propose… If he didn’t, then I must have guessed wrong.”
James guessed that some unexpected event might have caused Michael to postpone his initial plan to propose, so to prevent Molly from feeling disappointed, and avoid ruining Michael’s carefully planned surprise, he had to find another excuse to cover it up.
After all, in his opinion, that kid Michael would propose sooner or later.
There was no difference between a little earlier or a little later.
As for the matters between the younger generation, he shouldn’t interfere, and he couldn’t interfere.
“When are you coming back? Your mom cooked delicious stuffed snails with pork for you today. She’s waiting for you guys.”
“We’ll be back soon.” Molly chuckled.
Thinking it was a dish personally prepared by Amanda, the melancholy in her heart was swept away.
They said Amanda’s cooking was delicious, but she never really had a chance to taste it.
She doesn’t plan on telling anyone about giving blood to Jeremy.
The blood was already drawn, and she’s fine. Telling anyone would only make her family worry.
Thinking of Michael, who left without looking back, Molly decided to call him.
She doesn’t want any misunderstandings between them.
If there is a misunderstanding, address it as soon as possible. She’s not the timid type and isn’t afraid to take the initiative.
The phone rang “beep-beep” a few times before it was finally connected.
Molly let out a sigh of relief and said loudly, “Michael, if you’re free tonight, let’s have a chat. There are some things I want to say to you in person.”
“Sorry, Miss Thompson.” A weak female voice came from the phone, “Zachary is taking a bath. I can have him call you back later if you want?”
Listening to this familiar voice, Molly’s heart sank to the bottom.
It was Scarlett…
How could Scarlett and Michael be together?
Hearing Scarlett’s voice, Molly’s mood was indescribable, complicated, and oppressive.
“No need…”
Molly clenched her teeth and hung up the phone with a hard scalp.
After hanging up the phone, Scarlett hurriedly placed the cell phone on the coffee table.
Jerry, sitting across from her, looked at her with interest and said, “Miss Jackson, you’re quite brave.”
When the phone rang, he didn’t dare answer it, but this Scarlett was different. As soon as she saw the caller ID, her eyes lit up, and she eagerly answered the call.
What surprised him even more was that Scarlett actually knew Michael’s cell phone password.
Scarlett sat on the sofa, gently stroked the hair at her temples, and laughed, “I just told the truth. Zachary was really in the shower.”
Zachary was indeed taking a bath.
Since returning from the hospital, he had tossed his cell phone on the coffee table and rushed into the bathroom without looking back.
Jerry looked at the phone on the table, his eyes unfathomable.
Today was his younger brother’s birthday, and their grandfather had threatened him with death to get him to come back.
However, his younger brother didn’t seem to be in a good mood today. He went straight into the bathroom after returning to the Jenkins family house and hasn’t come out yet.
If water could wash away troubles, it seemed like this younger brother wanted to wash away all the troubles in his life.
Jerry’s lips curved up slightly, carefully observing Scarlett in front of him.
Thinking about how she often talked with their grandfather in the small room, he asked with a chuckle, “Miss Jackson, do you have some kind of collaboration with my grandfather?”
Whenever their grandfather talked with Scarlett, it seemed like he was discussing things with someone of the same generation rather than a junior.
His intuition told him that their grandfather and Scarlett must be hiding something from him.
Upon hearing this, Scarlett’s eyelids twitched.
She indeed had a “collaboration” with Mr. Jenkins, but this “collaboration” had nothing to do with Jerry.
What if Jerry found out that Edward’s inheritance was left to Zachary and wanted a share of it?
“There’s no collaboration. If there is, it’s just the collaboration of me and Zachary’s marriage,” Scarlett blinked, whispering, “I like Zachary and want to marry him. If I could marry him, I’d have no regrets in this life. Can you help me, Mr. Jenkins? I’d be grateful.”
Jerry looked at her deeply.
In just a few short exchanges, he had already seen Scarlett’s ambitions.
“I can’t help you with emotional matters.” Jerry lowered his gaze, quietly refusing her.
“What if I could help you chase Zoey?”
Jerry’s eyes lifted, and his beautiful, clear eyes slowly narrowed.
As expected…
Scarlett smiled like a scheming fox.
Everything about the Jenkins family had long been under her control, and Mr. Jenkins wouldn’t keep anything from her either.
This Jerry had indeed been pretending to be a fool before.
As for why he wasn’t pretending anymore, in addition to Zachary’s provocation, perhaps he was also emotionally stimulated.
And Zoey was the last straw that broke the camel’s back for Jerry.
