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

Chapter 20: Chapter 20 Their Sister is Coming Back

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Just then, the doctor suddenly looked at her: “That’s right, I remember you are the family member of Lana Lewis, room 666 patient. Her results have come out too.”

He quickly entered the office next door and took out the diagnosis book and handed it to Molly Walker.

When Molly saw the words “malignant tumor,” her eyebrows tightened, and her heart sank heavily.

She was holding the results and walked towards Michael Gallagher’s hospital room. Michael had already woken up, but his face looked pale.

Molly clenched the diagnosis book, and Michael looked at her and said, “Give it to me, I can handle it.”

Although he was already aware of the results, after reading the diagnosis book, he still went silent for a long time.

Molly wanted to say something comforting, but she didn’t know where to start.

Without experiencing others’ suffering, don’t try to persuade them to be better — especially when she had experienced it herself.

For this kind of result, no outsider’s persuasion would be useful, especially when facing other people with a forced smile. “I’ll leave for a while. Call for me if you need anything.”

Now, Michael needed more peace and quiet.

However, the other person, Isabelle Richardson, apparently didn’t have this realization and was sitting next to Michael without any intention of leaving.

From a distance, Molly could still hear Isabelle’s coy persuasion: “Aunt can’t be stimulated anymore…”

After leaving, she went straight to the doctor’s office. There were some things she needed to ask for clarification.

The doctor was writing something on a piece of paper; hearing her knock, he gently raised his head and looked up into a pair of clear, beautiful eyes.

Molly saw the name on his badge: Jake Smith.

“I’m sorry to bother you, but I have some questions for Doctor Leaford.” Her voice was languid and pleasant, but her gaze was clear and sharp.

Jake Smith pondered for a moment and said softly, “Come in and ask.”

“My grandmother has been in this hospital for half a year, and I know all the doctors here. Why haven’t I seen Dr. Smith before?”

“I went abroad for further studies and just returned recently.”

“Oh…” Molly clenched her fingers, her nails digging deep into her flesh, “Do you know Isabelle Richardson?”

Jake Smith glanced at her deeply, his eyes ambiguous.

Molly smiled faintly, her eyes slightly raised at the corners, showing a sharp edge and aggressiveness.

She had heard what was said at that time clearly.

What was he trying to help Isabelle hide?

Time slowly passed, and Jake Smith finally spoke. His voice was soft and steady: “I know her, but we’re not close.”

“What do you think, Doctor Smith, about the possibility of a cancer patient suddenly dying in a hospital, not because of their illness, but because their heart was stimulated, and coincidentally the surveillance has broken. Is this incident likely to be man-made?”

Jake Smith seemed to be caught off guard by her question, and his expression was somewhat astonished.

Soon he calmed down.

“The risk of human intervention is significant; no one dares to do such a thing in a hospital. Miss Walker, did you perhaps misunderstand something?” He spoke unhurriedly, and no flaw could be seen on his slender face.

From the moment he said he was not close with Isabelle, Molly knew that she couldn’t get any information from him.

“You’re right, it’s indeed a significant risk for one person to do such a thing.”

But what if it were multiple people?

What if there was an accomplice?

Molly’s expression was indifferent; even if Jake Leaford did not admit it, she was already half convinced.

At least she found a breakthrough in her grandmother’s case.

In Michael Gallagher’s hospital room.

Michael was holding the phone, listening to his assistant’s report.

“Mr. Gallagher, why did you stop me from investigating the relationship between Mrs. Gallagher and the third son of the Thompson family? The investigation was halfway through, and there was going to be a breakthrough soon…”

“No need to investigate any further.” Thinking about Molly’s resistance, Michael’s voice was indifferent.

Since it was all voluntary for her, he should try to let her go.

“So you’re really thinking of getting a divorce?” The assistant sighed, “Actually, your wife is quite nice.”

One look at the wife, and it’s clear she’s a virtuous woman who would make a much better partner than Miss Richardson.

If the lady really ends up with the third son of the Thompson family, it would be like a beautiful flower being inserted in…

“Keep an eye on the Richardson family’s movements and send some people to protect her. As for the rest, you don’t need to interfere.”

“Understood…”

Michael Gallagher hung up the phone, thinking about the Richardson family’s methods, and had a bad feeling.

Samuel Richardson was now in control of the Richardson family, and his tactics were notoriously brutal.

He wanted to protect Isabelle but didn’t want to see Molly Walker get hurt either.

Meanwhile, in the underground parking lot.

Joshua Thompson was reluctantly pushed into the car by Damian Thompson.

“You can go back yourself, why do you have to take me with you?” Joshua Thompson was furious, kicking the car door hard, leaving an instant footprint on it.

People passing by saw his decisive kick and couldn’t help but feel sympathetic.

This car was a limited edition worldwide!

“Taking you with me is to prevent you from causing trouble. There are so many reporters outside waiting for you, do you want to be on tomorrow’s front page?” Damian Thompson’s cunning smile was like that of a sly fox.

Joshua Thompson sat in the car, crossed his arms, and sneered, “I haven’t been scared of any headlines before, what makes you think I’d be scared of this?” Damian Thompson:

“What did you say to her when you called her aside?” Joshua Thompson narrowed his eyes.

Damian Thompson told the truth, “I told her to stay away from you.” Joshua Thompson: .

“Brother.” Joshua Thompson called him so seriously for the first time, “She looks like Aunt.”

“What did you say?” Damian Thompson’s smile gradually disappeared.

Joshua Thompson repeated, “Do you remember? When Ivy was born, she looked very much like our Aunt when she was a child. Everyone thought she would grow up to be as beautiful as Aunt.”

His words pulled Damian Thompson’s memory back to twenty years ago.

Indeed, many people said that when their sister was just born. Although Joshua Thompson was only slightly over a year old at that time, he surprisingly remembered the incident very clearly.

“Even if she looks like Aunt, it doesn’t prove anything. With so many people in the world, it’s not hard to find two people who look alike. Don’t forget, we searched all of Sunnydale and Ivy couldn’t possibly still be in Sunnydale.”

“Among all of us, only I spent the most time with Aunt. Molly Walker looks exactly like Aunt when she was young. You think that’s a coincidence?” Joshua Thompson scoffed, “I knew you wouldn’t believe it. I just hope you don’t get slapped in the face later on.”

Over the years, countless people have come forward claiming to be their lost sister, but none of them gave him the feeling that Molly Walker did.

Blood relations are hard to be sure of, but from the first time he saw Molly Walker, he felt a sense of familiarity.

He was certain that Molly Walker must be Ivy.

Fortunately, Joshua only had brotherly affection towards Molly, without any messy romantic feelings.

Seeing him so confident, Damian Thompson hesitated about whether to tell the other truth.

“Joshua, Molly Walker cannot be Ivy.” Damian Thompson took out a file from the side of the car and handed it to him, “But our sister is indeed coming back.”

Joshua Thompson frowned as he took the file, flipping through it and saw photos of a short-haired girl, smiling brightly and confidently.

Below the photos was this girl’s profile.

Damian Thompson gently introduced, “She’s Gabriel’s classmate from abroad. Gabriel found out she looked like our father and investigated her identity. This girl, whether it’s her birth date or other aspects, matches Ivy.”

After carefully observing the girl’s features, Joshua agrees that her nose and eyes resemble their father’s.

He handed the file back to Damian Thompson: “What are the chances?” Damian Thompson smiled easily: “Eighty percent.”

“That confident?” Joshua Thompson pursed his lips, feeling a mix of disappointment and joy in his heart.

Is everything just a misunderstanding?