Chapter 73 - 73: Who Gave You the Courage

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But she quickly dismissed that idea.

There’s no way Molly Walker could have that ability.

She was adopted from a young age and the Thompson family has not acknowledged her yet. How could she possibly protect Charlie?

“Daddy, do we have any enemies…” She started speaking but stopped midway, intimidated by Samuel Richardson’s stern gaze.

“Ever since the anti-corruption campaign started in Orientopia, I have kept my hands clean. At worst, I might have hurt some people over the years, but I never killed anyone. You, on the contrary, are no longer young yet still thinking about murder. Who gave you the courage?”

Isabelle Richardson bowed her head, clenched her teeth, and held back the words that were welling up inside her.

Killing, it was not the first time.

Because the first murder went smoothly, she assumed the second and the third would be the same, but she didn’t anticipate running into a snag.

She bit her lower lip hard, “Dad, rest assured, Gillian Thompson is also involved in this.”

Sorry, Gillian Thompson.

Who knew this plan would fail!

Now, only if her father helps her can she survive.

“Gillian Thompson?” Samuel Richardson’s eyes narrowed into a line, “She agreed to help you because of this?”

“Yes, Daddy, now we are like two peas in a pod, neither can get away from the other. If this matter is exposed, neither she nor I can escape.”

Of course, their partnership was also over.

Samuel Richardson remained silent, then said softly, “I will take care of this matter.”

Inside the hospital, Molly played the recording again.

This time, both Joshua Thompson and Nicholas Thompson listened to the entire recording.

Both Joshua and Nicholas Thompson had somber expressions on their faces.

“That wretched Isabelle Richardson!” Joshua cursed out loud. If it weren’t for his own luck, he would already be dead. “She tried to kill me just for a DNA test document, she truly is a lunatic!”

Molly felt a sense of relief seeing Joshua’s angry tantrum.

In the end, all this happened because of her.

That Joshua was still well and alive was like a godsend to her.

If Joshua died because of her, she might never have been able to pull herself together.

Luckily, Isabelle’s luck was running out.

“The more I think about it, the angrier I get. Damn it, what was Dad thinking, and Gillian too, what is she up to, always stirring trouble.” Joshua looked at Nicholas, a flash of ruthlessness in his eyes, “You go ask her, what exactly is she up to? Does she want to change her surname to Richardson?”

“Joshua.” Nicholas frowned, slightly dissatisfied with his words, “She is your sister too, if you have any questions you can ask her yourself.”

“Oh please, if I confront her, she might just play the victim in front of you all, and then I won’t be able to defend myself.”

Joshua snorted scornfully without uttering further harsh words.

He crossed his arms over his chest, looking bored as he gazed at the door,

“Why haven’t brother and the scumbag come in yet?”

Outside the door, Michael Gallagher listened as Damian Thompson was filled with concern for Molly. His brows were cold with indifference.

From her marriage to her divorce, from the small matters to the large ones, in the beginning, Michael answered, but in the end, he just shut his mouth completely.

However, in that brief conversation, Damian had already gotten a general understanding of Molly’s marital situation.

“Three years of marriage, and you just treated her as part of the decor, Mr. Gallagher, why did you marry her in the first place?” Damian smiled at him, not missing a single expression on his face.

If he simply wanted a trophy wife, back then Michael had had better options, yet he had chosen Molly.

Michael Gallagher’s calm eyes suddenly turned icy, the black pupils contracted, as deep as a vortex.

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“Oh, hasn’t she told you?” Damian arched an eyebrow, as a splendid smile spread across his face.

Michael Gallagher’s throat tightened, and he raised his brows in confusion.

These days, he had deliberately ignored some of Molly’s news and movements, but Damian’s remarks somehow set off a surge of irritation in him.

It was as though there was a secret that she told everyone else about but deliberately kept from him.

Watching as Michael was at a loss, Damian couldn’t help but smirk like a fox.

If Molly didn’t want to talk about it, he saw no need to alert Michael about it prematurely, especially as Michael hadn’t revealed the truth to him yet. Some things couldn’t be asked directly, but there were always clues to be found.

Seemingly unaware of the coolness on Michael’s face, Damian continued with his fearless questioning, “Have you ever had feelings for her?”

He could tell that Molly had feelings for him. But Michael, being a man of few emotional displays, generally kept his feelings concealed. So, if Michael had feelings for Molly too, he might be able to play matches again. If not for Molly’s sake, he had to consider the baby inside her belly.

He looked at Michael, waiting for his answer.

If he didn’t like Molly, he would definitely bring Molly back home along with the child in her belly, they would house them in the Thompson family.

Have you ever had feelings for her?

Damian’s words caused Michael’s eyes to darken, and his lips pressed in a cold line.

They were already divorced. Did it still matter whether he had had feelings for her or not?

Looking at Damian’s teasing expression, Michael immediately thought of Daniel’s matchmaking deeds.

He had investigated all the men in Sunnydale city, but none were acceptable.

But, if the man was Damian, then he might barely pass.

Over the years, Damian managed to steer clear of any romantic scandals, remaining the prime husband candidate for all the girls in Sunnydale. Molly wouldn’t be mistreated with him.

If others were to dismiss her, he would take her back.

“No,” Michael clenched his relaxed fingers slightly, the shadow in his eyes was difficult to discern.

A glimmer of scrutiny flashed in Damian’s eyes, sheltering his emotions, “Thank you, Mr. Gallagher, for clearing up my confusion.”

“Hmm. Take good care of her,” Michael said. After a brief pause, Damian nodded.

“If she’s not doing well, I’ll take her back.”

Damian’s eyes crinkled into a smile, “Rest assured, that won’t happen.” Michael originally wanted to go into the hospital, but after some thought, decided against it.

He was afraid that seeing her more would make him unable to resist taking her back.

A long time later, each time Michael remembered this incident, he was filled with regret.

It was this decision that made him lose so much…

Molly left the hospital after getting an infusion for half a day.

Damian and his gang wanted her to return to the Thompson house, but she insisted on returning to her grandmother’s small house.

Thinking that Isabelle would soon face legal sanctions, she finally managed to get a good sleep.

The following morning, Damian, Joshua, and Nicholas all came to pick her up.

They hurried to the police station, eating breakfast in a nearby alley. The four people squeezed around a small wooden table, drawing much attention.

“Is that person really going to surrender?” Nicholas asked, finishing his noodles, he felt the whole situation was somewhat mysterious.

Setting aside where Molly got this precise information, even the person coming to surrender was odd. Committing a hit-and-run and offending them wouldn’t surrendering be equivalent to being hunted down by others?

“If he says he’s coming, he’ll come. Where do you get all your nonsense from?” Joshua retorted. He was wearing a hat today, which conveniently hid the bandages on his head. Seeing Nicholas’s doubtful face, he shoved a bun into his mouth.

Even though he didn’t quite believe it, he trusted Molly. Whatever she said was the truth.

Molly cheerfully finished her last sip of soy milk and just then, received a text message from Harry Lambert.

Her face beamed a radiant smile as she opened the message….