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

Chapter 584: Chapter 579: Not Me_1
 

“Why, Molly Walker, why can’t you ever let me go!?”

Gillian Thompson broke down emotionally.

Especially when she saw Damian Thompson and Joshua Thompson instinctively step in front of Molly, her heart ached unbearably.

All of this should have been hers; it was Molly Walker who changed her fate.

Hate her? How could she not hate her!

Molly Walker was her enemy, the turning point in her fate.

If it weren’t for Molly Walker, her life wouldn’t have turned out this way.

“Gillian Thompson, what are you trying to do now?” Amanda Leaford stood next to Molly, her face full of indignation. “You really are an ungrateful wretch. I treated you like my own daughter, and yet you tried to kill my Ivy. Thank goodness I recovered from my illness; otherwise, who knows how long Ivy would have suffered at your hands!”

“I bullied her?” Tears streamed down Gillian Thompson’s face as she laughed bitterly, “It’s her who has been bullying me! Didn’t you just hear? Michael Gallagher framed me. Everyone knows Michael Gallagher is her, Molly Walker’s, man. If it weren’t for her instructions, would Michael help her to falsely accuse me!?”

“You know very well whether you were framed or not,” Molly sighed lightly. Even at this point, Gillian Thompson stubbornly refused to admit her guilt.

“I do know! Because I didn’t harm that person!” Gillian cried, her body trembling, she pleaded desperately with Christine Lumanta, her voice hoarse, “Aunt, I really didn’t hurt your daughter. Don’t believe them. Michael Gallagher is her man; he would certainly help her against me. If you believe them, you will fall into their trap! Have you forgotten that the last phone call from Catrina Rodgurez was to her? Even if Catrina Rodgurez was harmed, it was by Molly Walker, not me!”

Listening to Gillian Thompson’s sobs, Christine Lumanta wavered in her expression.

Gillian Thompson seemed too wronged.

If it really was her, then she was indeed a great actress.

Christine Lumanta shut her eyes; her mind was filled with the words recorded by the dashcam.

She couldn’t prove the authenticity of that thing, but Gillian Thompson… she was the prime suspect.

As Gillian Thompson cried out her grievances, she suddenly caught sight of someone and her sobs halted.

Not far away, Nicholas Thompson was standing there, looking at her with a complex expression.

Gillian Thompson’s heart skipped a beat.

She didn’t know how long Nicholas Thompson had been standing there.

The air was silent.

Damian Thompson, Joshua Thompson, Molly Walker, and Amanda Leaford all looked at him for a long time without speaking.

“Second brother…” Gillian Thompson’s voice was mournful, as if someone was strangling her. “Second brother, you have to believe me… I didn’t…”

She couldn’t finish her words.

Facing Christine Lumanta, Gillian Thompson could argue without blushing or skipping a beat, but facing Nicholas Thompson, her arguments became stuttered.

Catrina Rodgurez was the woman Nicholas Thompson cared about.

Originally, Catrina Rodgurez was also her preferred sister-in-law.

Why, why did Catrina Rodgurez have to arrive early that day and overhear her plan?

She didn’t want to hurt Catrina Rodgurez!

From the beginning to the end, she was also forced!

“Is what Aunt said true?” Nicholas Thompson staggered over, each step seeming as heavy as a thousand pounds.

He looked at Gillian Thompson with disappointment, the red in his eyes becoming even more pronounced, as if about to bleed.

No wonder, no wonder Michael Gallagher didn’t tell him who the murderer was and wanted him to find out for himself.

No wonder the way Michael Gallagher looked at him was like looking at a fool.

“No… it’s not…” Gillian Thompson hugged herself, struggling to stand and step back. When she stood up, she was completely unaware that her prosthetic leg was exposed, “It’s not me… I didn’t kill Catrina Rodgurez.”

“Indeed, you didn’t kill her with your own hands, but she died because of you!” Christine Lumanta said coldly. “You were going to sell her out, and she had no choice but to jump into the river. She thought she could save herself by doing so, but little did she know, below the river was an even more dangerous abyss.”

“My Catrina, how desperate she must have been under the water…” Christine Lumanta closed her eyes, tears slipping from the corners of her eyes.

Her trembling voice was like needles piercing the hearts of everyone present.

Especially for Nicholas Thompson, who felt as if his heart was shackled, unable to catch his breath.

He breathed heavily, yet his mind was filled with memories of Catrina Rodgurez’s face and laughter.

“Can’t you take the initiative to contact me without me? Do I really have to swallow my pride and come chasing after you?”

Goodbye, Catrina Rodgurez’s smile was shy.

“I’ve come back now, your sister has been found, and your younger brother is in love, you can’t still be single, can you?”

Catrina Rodgurez teased him playfully.

“We’re adults now, no need to beat around the bush. If you still like me, then date me; if you don’t, I’m not the type who can’t take a hint…”

“Nicholas Thompson, are you willing to date me now?”

…

The once top student also laid bare his heart to him like this.

His brother had someone he liked, and his third brother also had a wife. He too was supposed to have a beautiful family.

But all of that turned to ashes with Catrina Rodgurez’s death.

Gone.

Catrina Rodgurez gone.

His love, also gone…

The sun suddenly hid beneath the clouds, and the breeze blew gently, brushing past everyone’s faces.

The early spring wind was no longer as harsh as in winter, yet it chilled everyone to the bone.

No one spoke, and the silence was terrifying.

Putting oneself in Catrina Rodgurez’s perspective, the situation was just too cruel.

She thought escaping the car meant safety, thought jumping into the river could change her fate, only to find not light awaiting her, but eternal darkness beneath the earth.

“No wonder that baby refused to close her eyes…”

Thinking of Catrina Rodgurez’s open-eyed face when she was pulled from the water, Christine Lumanta was heartbroken, her voice hoarse from crying: “Forced into suicide, how could she rest in peace…”

“My Catrina…”

Christine Lumanta clutched her chest, cried out, and then fell suddenly silent.

“Aunt!”

“Mrs. Ran!”

Christine Lumanta fainted from excessive grief.

Amanda Leaford quickly called the family doctor, instructing people to carry Christine inside the house and dial 120.

Seeing Christine fall faint, Gillian Thompson’s pale face relaxed slightly.

She was certain that Christine must have obtained the real dashcam.

And all of this could only have been done by Molly Walker, only a manager of the “W” organization could have such capability.

The river was deep; retrieving something from its bottom required more than just money, it required sophisticated technology.

Who else would have the resources?

It could only be Molly Walker.

No wonder when she came to the Thompson family’s estate, Molly Walker did not stop her.

What awaited her was this.

Molly Walker made sure she embarrassed herself in front of the Thompson family, exposed herself in front of her second brother.

The second brother, knowing that she had killed his wife, would never forgive her.

“Molly Walker, now that it’s come to this, are you satisfied?” Gillian Thompson forced a bitter smile looking at Molly Walker, the light in her eyes long since extinguished, “True to the Big Boss of ‘W,’ even managing to get hold of that so-called dashcam, but I won’t go along with your wishes. You want me dead, but I’m determined to live just to spite you.”

Gillian Thompson covered her lower abdomen, smiling maliciously, “Even if I die, I want to take you down with me!”n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

No sooner had she finished speaking than she raised something at Molly Walker.

Something the size of a palm… turned out to be a gun.