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

Chapter 144: Chapter 144: The Baby’s Dad is Michael Gallagher

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Looking at Lana with her thick makeup that couldn’t conceal her illness, Molly finally took pity on her.

She parted her lips and said softly, “Aunt, please tell the driver to find a place to stop.”

She didn’t want anyone else to hear this matter, not even Gallagher family’s driver, in case the news reached Michael’s ears…

Seeing Molly finally intended to tell her the truth, a smile spread across Lana’s face that she couldn’t hide.

In fact, she had already anticipated that the baby in Molly’s belly might be Michael’s.

She had given birth to two children and had lived for more than half her life; she had learned a thing or two about pregnancy and motherhood. Molly’s pregnancy and condition were still less than three months along, which could coincide with that night they had planned.

Thinking about this, Lana became more excited and hurriedly asked the driver to stop the car.

“Mr. Leaford, let’s stop here.”

Perhaps it was because she was too overjoyed, blood rushed to Lana’s head and she saw stars as she stepped out of the car. She desperately held onto the car door to steady herself.

“Mom, are you okay?” Molly quickly supported her.

Lana bit her tongue and forced herself to calm down. Smiling at Molly, she said, “I still prefer it when you call me Mom.”

Molly’s eyelashes drooped. Seeing Lana gradually recover, Molly thought about her illness and was still worried, “I’ll take you to the hospital first …”

Lana patted her hand and said, “No rush, you tell me who the father of the baby in your belly is first.”

A mix of laughter and tears, Molly couldn’t believe Lana insisted on knowing the answer despite her discomfort.

“Fine, I’ll tell you, but after that, you have to go to the hospital immediately.”

She paused and said, “The father of the baby in my belly is Michael Gallagher.”

Even though she had already guessed the answer, hearing Molly confirm it made Lana burst out laughing.

She held Molly’s hand with a smile and said, “Good girl, with this news, I can die without regrets.”

“Don’t say such things. With advancements in technology nowadays, your illness isn’t incurable.”

“You don’t have to coax me, I know my own body.” Thinking about something, Lana lowered her eyes, “To be honest, I feel that my health isn’t as good as before, but at least I have Bailey to cheer me up. Now that I know you’re carrying Michael’s child, my heart feels lighter …”

Hearing this, Molly suddenly had a bad feeling.

“You don’t want Michael to know about the baby because you’re afraid he might take the baby from you, right?”

Molly was startled, thinking about Michael’s attitude toward her, she nodded. She did not want to tell Lana the whole truth because of this fear.

Lana patted her hand: “I stopped caring about these matters long ago. The child growing up with you is still blood of the Gallagher family. I won’t force you to remarry Michael. I’ll keep your secret as long as you to take care of yourself and the baby.”

“I apologize for what happened with Isabelle Richardson before. I was too selfish. Isabelle is beyond saving now. I was foolish to almost cut ties with you because of her. From now on, whether she lives or dies, I won’t interfere, nor ask you to forgive her. Even if she gets executed, it’s deserved.”

Ever since the day Isabelle’s affair was exposed, Lana had given up on her completely. What she gave up on wasn’t just Isabelle, but also Bailey’s future in politics and entering prestigious universities.

Those with criminal parents cannot pass political audits. Fortunately, there’s the family business, so Bailey won’t starve in the future.

Hearing this, Molly was touched, her nose slightly sour.

She didn’t expect Lana to be so open-minded and truly promise to keep her secret.

“Thank you, Mom.” Molly held her and said, “Let me take you to the hospital.” Lana quickly waved her hand, “I’ll take a taxi on my own. Can you help me send Bailey to the hospital .

“I’ll take Bailey to the hospital by taxi.” Molly frowned, “I’ll make sure he safely gets to kindergarten, and Uncle Leaford will take you to the hospital.”

Seeing Lana’s face turning pale, and holding her chest in discomfort, Molly immediately took on the task of sending Bailey to kindergarten.

Lana didn’t refuse any further. She was afraid that she might faint on the road and scare Bailey.

She got in the car and woke up Bailey, briefly explained the situation, and Bailey obediently followed Molly out of the car.

In the taxi, Molly noticed that Bailey kept his head down the whole time and clearly didn’t dare to look at her.

Seeing him unwilling to speak, and knowing that children can be shy, Molly didn’t tease him.

Fortunately, the kindergarten was not far away.

Bailey now attended a pre-school transitional course in this prestigious kindergarten.

At the door, Bailey Gallagher got out of the car and refused to move. Molly Walker raised her eyebrows: “Aren’t you going in?”

Bailey clenched his backpack straps with both hands, looking at the other children standing at the school gate, his face full of anxiety.

Just when Molly was puzzled, a child, who was obviously stronger than the others, approached Bailey.

“Bailey Gallagher, didn’t you say your mom and dad would come to drop you off? Where are they?” Arthur Leaford crossed his arms and glared menacingly at Bailey.

At this moment, a child next to Arthur tugged at him, pointed at Molly, and whispered, “She must be Bailey’s mom.”

Bailey hurriedly glanced at Molly, his face immediately dropping.

Molly looked at the corner of her lips, amused by the familiar scene.

This time she wouldn’t be the scapegoat.

His mother? She didn’t want to be the mother of such a bear child.

Instead of waiting for the little brat to take advantage of her, it’s better to take advantage of him first.

“I’m not his mom.” Amid the surprised gaze of the children, Molly grinned, “I’m his sister, so you all should call me sister too…”

This time, she took the initiative to distance herself from Bailey.

She glanced at Bailey, who was hanging his head, not knowing what he was thinking, and said loudly, “I’m leaving now.”

Bailey pursed his lips, looked at her with a hint of pleading, and whispered, “I don’t want to stay here…”

Molly pretended not to hear and quickly turned away, walking a few steps.

Before she got too far, she heard the strong boy taunting Bailey, “Your mom didn’t come to drop you off. Did she run off with another man again?” “I never thought your mom would be like this. So embarrassing! ”

“My mom says your mom is a social butterfly. The child she gave birth to is also a bad one. She told me not to play with you.” “My grandmother also told me not to play with Bailey!” “If your mom is a social butterfly, then you’re a bastard.”

“I don’t want to play with a bastard!”

Hearing these words, Molly stopped in her tracks.

She turned back to see Bailey standing there, his small head drooping, allowing others to ridicule him.

Molly frowned.

Now with the internet, children have access to a lot of information, but she didn’t expect their world to be so complicated.

The strong child’s voice was loud, and more and more children were surrounding Bailey.

Even though the children were clearly accompanied by adults, not a single one of the adults stopped their child from taunting Bailey.

They couldn’t curse Isabelle Richardson, but their children cursing Bailey gave them the same satisfaction.

Who let him be the child of Isabelle Richardson?

A mother’s sins can only be borne by her children.

Bailey clenched his fingers, watching as more and more people gathered around him. His little face was flushed, but he tried his best not to cry.

“Why don’t you fight back?”

Suddenly, a gentle voice sounded, like a gurgling spring, pouring into Bailey’s heart.

Bailey abruptly turned around, looking at the beautiful woman standing behind him.

Against the light, her face flickered between brightness and darkness, making it hard to see clearly.

Bailey’s little mouth opened, and tears streamed down his face.

He didn’t cry when he was bullied; he didn’t cry when they called him a bastard.

But at this moment, he cried his heart out..