Chapter 74 - 74: Everyone Has Weaknesses

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Seeing the text message, her smile froze on her face.

“What’s wrong?” Damian Thompson was the first to notice something off.

Molly Walker took a deep breath, slowly put down her cell phone, and her cold words were like icy bone-piercing chills: “The man is gone.”

A deathly silence.

“The driver had an accident on the road, was hit by a flowerpot that fell from the sky, and died on the spot, while the murderer was just an ignorant child who liked to throw things from heights.”

How could it be such a coincidence that this happened the day the murderer turned himself in?

Joshua Thompson let out a deep, terrifying chuckle from his throat. Damian Thompson and Nicholas Thompson wore expressions of deep frost.

“Isabelle Richardson really has a big life.” Joshua Thompson was really angry.

He didn’t like Isabelle Richardson in the first place, but they hadn’t reached the point of a full-on fight. Now, his patience had reached its limit.

“No wonder the Richardson family is more ruthless than we thought.” Damian Thompson stood up, and under his gold-rimmed glasses, his beautiful eyes shone with brilliance.

Molly Walker felt as if there was a huge hole in her heart, and the cold air was gushing in.

Originally, she thought that this matter could bring down Isabelle Richardson, but she never expected that she could still escape even after all this.

Is it really so difficult to punish a bad person?

“After doing so many bad things, it’s impossible not to leave any traces.”

Just thinking about the Thompson family still having to work with the Richardson family, Joshua Thompson’s stomach churned with anger.

“I’m going to find father.” He stood up suddenly.

“I’ll go with you.” Damian Thompson followed him out.

Nicholas Thompson thought for a moment and said to Molly Walker: “Where are you going? I can give you a ride.”

“No need, the place I have to go, only I can go.”

Seeing her expressionless face, Nicholas Thompson’s breath hitched, and his complexion darkened.

If Joshua Thompson were taking her, she would definitely not refuse, would

She?

In her heart, she still hadn’t fully accepted him as one of her own.

Nicholas Thompson gave a bitter smile and walked in the direction of the Central Hospital…

Richardson Tower, Isabelle Richardson’s office.

Upon learning of Charlie Johnson’s death, Isabelle Richardson burst into laughter.

With him gone, and now allied with the Thompson family, she would finally no longer have to live in fear.

As long as Charlie Johnson was dead, she would no longer have any concerns behind her.

She had to quickly share this good news with Gillian Thompson.

Isabelle Richardson joyfully took out her cell phone.

Gillian Thompson had been very upset lately. Ever since she was hospitalized, her brothers had been fawning over Molly Walker all the time. Now that she was about to have surgery, not a single person came to see her and comfort her.

When she received a call from Isabelle Richardson, she couldn’t suppress the agitation from the bottom of her heart: “Didn’t I tell you not to call me if it’s not important?”

Isabelle Richardson’s calls never brought any good news.

Isabelle, completely oblivious to this sentiment, spoke with excitement: “Charlie Johnson is dead.” “Who is Charlie Johnson?”

“The driver.”

“Really?” Gillian Thompson was so shocked she sat up, “How could it be such a coincidence…”

“My Daddy arranged it.” Isabelle Richardson proudly said, and Gillian Thompson’s heart tightened violently.

Isabelle’s indifferent tone, treating human life like grass, made Gillian’s face go numb and filled her heart with fear.

She had grown up with a high-quality education and never thought she would become involved with someone’s life.

Gillian Thompson took a deep breath, her face turning cold: “I’m helping you just because you’re my friend. I’m not interested in anything else, so you don’t have to report everything to me.”

Her hand gripping the cell phone shook violently, and she felt somewhat regretful for helping Isabelle Richardson.

Isabelle Richardson had committed such an act, and she had helped her – in the future, she wouldn’t be able to clear her name of any accusations.

“I just wanted to share the good news with you…”

“You don’t have to share with me.” Gillian Thompson becomes more and more flustered, “I don’t want to know anything.”

“Some things might be good news for you, but not for me.”

There was silence on the line for a few seconds before Isabelle let out a light hum.

Perhaps she was affected by what Gillian had said, and Isabelle didn’t continue the topic.

Gillian hung up the phone in a daze and looked up, only to find Nicholas Thompson standing outside the door.

Gillian nervously hid her cell phone under the covers, trying to force a smile on her face: “Second brother, when did you get here? Why didn’t you knock…

“I saw the door open and just came in.” Nicholas handed her a small package, “The milk tea you love.”

Gillian took the heavy milk tea, opened it, and took a small sip.

Suddenly, Nicholas asked, “Are you and Isabelle close?”

Gillian’s hand loosened and the milk tea spilled out…

Carrying the address given by Harry Lambert, Molly Walker arrived at a run-down neighborhood, and after a long search, she finally found a dilapidated door.

She knocked on the door, and a sleepy woman came out.

The woman was wearing loose pajamas and slippers, a cigarette dangling from her mouth, and her cheeks were sunken and thin.

Seeing Molly, she lifted her heavy eyelids: “Who are you looking for?”

“Charlie Johnson.”

The woman’s face tensed up for a moment before returning to her casual look: “I don’t know him.”

As she pushed to close the door, Molly stopped it with her hand, and whispered, “He’s dead.”

The woman’s hand faltered, and a sullen look appeared on her face: “What does his death have to do with me? I don’t know him.’

She shoved Molly away and slammed the door shut.

Molly stood outside without leaving, saying through the door, “Aren’t you curious how he died?”

There was no response from inside.

“He didn’t deserve to die. He’s dead now, taking the blame for someone else.

Don’t you want to avenge him?”

Molly pressed her lips together and smiled: “The person who caused his death is also my enemy. I can avenge Charlie for you.”

Finally, the door opened, and the woman’s eyes reddened: “Will you really avenge him?”

Molly nodded: “That person also killed my family members.” n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The woman threw a package to her, moodily: “I hope you keep your word.” Molly wasn’t surprised when she received the heavy package.

After learning that Charlie had extorted seven hundred fifty thousand dollars from Isabelle, she asked Harry Lambert to investigate his background.

Charlie lived frugally, there must be some hidden story behind this much money.

Harry sent her all the information he could find.

Charlie specialized in doing this kind of thing and was very cautious in dealing with anyone. If one didn’t look closely, they would almost not be able to find any connection between him and this woman.

Finally, she found a record of Charlie sending money to a woman half a year ago. This record had been destroyed by him, but the organization’s investigation methods directly infiltrated the system, and they could still track the transaction even if it was deleted.

Based on the account name, she found the woman.

When Harry found this woman, he was amazed: “Cow, you are always so accurate about people.”

“It’s not that I’m accurate about people, it’s that everyone has a weakness.” Charlie’s weakness was this woman.

Considering how cautious Charlie was, she assumed he would have left a backup plan.

Especially after he narrowly escaped being silenced, he would definitely leave something for the person he cared about, both as a way to threaten others for his own survival, and to help avenge him.

Charlie committed crimes and should be punished by the law, not by someone taking matters into their own hands and causing his untimely death.

More importantly, the real murderer, Isabelle, shouldn’t be allowed to escape justice.

As she held the heavy package, Molly felt a weight lifted off her shoulders, her eyes red and swollen.

Grandmother, your granddaughter will soon avenge you!