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

Chapter 158: Gillian Thompson’s Panic

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Everyone’s gaze was focused on the cell phone, especially Gillian Thompson, her eyes wide open, as if she couldn’t believe what she saw.

Wasn’t the cell phone supposed to be destroyed? How did she get it?

As Molly Walker fiddled with the cell phone, Gillian’s gaze was fixed, muttering, “Where did you get this phone from? It’s so broken, who knows if it’s really Mom’s.”

However, no one responded to her words.

Molly had already turned on the cell phone. The familiar startup sound rang out, like a death knell, and Gillian’s heart was about to jump out of her chest.

She clutched her chest, gasping for air.

Nicholas Thompson was the first to notice, and he hurriedly approached Gillian, asking concernedly, “Gabriel, what’s wrong?”

Gillian shook her head and feigned a smile, “I’m fine, just a little hungry, maybe my blood sugar is a bit low.”

It was just about noon, and time for lunch.

Nicholas glanced at Molly and reminded, “Everyone hasn’t eaten yet, let’s talk about whatever it is after lunch.

As soon as Molly took out the cell phone, he knew she was up to something.

No wonder his brother and third brother were eager to fetch Gabriel for lunch. There was something interesting waiting for her here!

Intuition told him that the contents of the cell phone were not good. Just look at Gabriel’s reaction, and it was clear that whatever was inside would harm her.

No matter what the outcome, he hoped everyone would finish this meal.

Molly glanced at Nicholas, seeing his disgusted look, she smiled and put the cell phone away, “Alright, let’s eat and talk at the same time.”

She stood up, casually taking away the wine under Gillian, “I just remembered, this bottle of wine has already expired. I’ll get another one.”

As soon as Gillian sat down at the dining table, she took something out of her pocket. Molly had been keeping an eye on Gillian’s movements, and although she was quick, Molly managed to catch a glimpse of it.

Gillian had put something in the wine.

It seemed like a leopard couldn’t change its spots. Just like Isabelle Richardson, they were both thinking of harming people all the time.

Seeing the wine bottle taken away, Gillian’s face didn’t change, as she bit her lower lip. Her gaze never left the cell phone.

Right now, her mind was filled with thoughts about the cell phone, paying no attention to anything else.

Molly brought another bottle of wine, and although she didn’t like to drink, she had bought some wine especially to entertain guests for these two days.

Molly didn’t bring up the matter again, and the few of them seemed to be having a harmonious meal. Only Gillian was absent-minded, unable to eat a single bite.

Lily Turner had clearly told her that the cell phone had been thrown into the mountains and couldn’t be found. How did Molly find it?

Molly had one hand holding chopsticks and the other hand gripping the cell phone, her eyes calm.

No. 4 had used a detector to search for the phone for three days and three nights before finding it. People from the organization worked night and day to repair the contents. She didn’t want the cell phone to meet any accidents again.

Gillian was frequently distracted while holding her chopsticks.

Daniel Thompson glanced at her and asked concernedly, “Not to your taste?”

Gillian looked at the dishes on the table and nodded without hesitation,

“There’s nothing I like.”

“Then order some takeaway,” Daniel said indulgently, taking out his cell phone, ready to order takeaway.

Seeing him like this, Joshua Thompson coldly snorted, “With such delicious dishes not to your liking, you still want to eat gutter oil, Gillian, you’re doing it on purpose, aren’t you?”

Gillian lowered her head in grievance, and Daniel frowned, just about to scold him when Molly spoke up, “This residential area has strict checks, takeaways can’t come in. Since sister doesn’t like it, let her go hungry; I heard that she’s on a diet, so missing one meal shouldn’t matter.”

Hearing this, Gillian’s face immediately turned ugly.

Because of her long-term lying and sitting, her face had become increasingly swollen, and she had indeed been on a diet recently.

But being exposed by Molly made it as if she’s openly calling her fat, and

Gillian was so angry that her chest heaved, her fingers clenched into a fist.

“Since takeaway can’t come in, you can wait for now. We’ll take you out to eat later,” Daniel said in his usual gentle tone.

Gillian glared with red eyes and nodded obediently when she heard this, “Thanks, Dad.”

“What do you mean, brothers? My eldest brother and I will be having afternoon tea with Fourth Sister later. Second Brother always spoils her, so you guys can go without involving us.” Joshua Thompson crossed his arms, a mocking smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He glanced at the cell phone in Molly Walker’s hand with a somewhat gloomy expression.

There must be something fishy in that cell phone. He wanted to see if his father would still have the mood to take Gillian Thompson out to eat once the recording was played.

“Third Brother, you used to be different…” Gillian Thompson could no longer bear the injustice, tears streaming down her cheeks like broken beads.

Seeing the atmosphere gradually deteriorating, Damian Thompson coughed, put down his chopsticks, and said to Molly Walker, “Just play the recording directly.”

If they waited any longer, who knows what these few people would end up doing.

Hearing this, Gillian Thompson’s face grew even paler, and she had to face the thing she had been trying to avoid just now.

She could not get the cell phone, nor did she dare to grab it.

She looked at Daniel Thompson for help, “Dad, I’m a little hungry. Let’s go eat outside.”

Regardless of whether there was something in the recording or not, Daniel Thompson could not stay here.

Daniel Thompson looked at Molly Walker holding the cell phone, and his intuition told him that there would be something in it.

This was Amanda Leaford’s phone. Thinking of Amanda still lying unconscious, the fortune teller’s words surfaced in Daniel Thompson’s ears.

The master said that Molly Walker was their curse.

Daniel Thompson frowned, looked at Gillian Thompson, saw her pleading expression, and softened his heart, “Alright.”

Gillian Thompson sighed in relief, giving Molly Walker a triumphant glance.

Molly Walker raised her eyebrows, a smile appearing at the corner of her lips.

Want to leave?

Too late.

She clicked the play button on the cell phone.

A familiar voice sounded through the Bluetooth speaker in the room:

“Yes, you raised me, but never treated me like your own flesh and blood, especially you, you always saw me as an outsider!”

The voice filled with resentment reverberated throughout the room, and Daniel Thompson’s footsteps halted as he headed outside.

Gillian Thompson trembled all over, her lips quivering like chaff.

This was the argument she had with Amanda Leaford, and Amanda really did record it!

So from the beginning, Amanda had prepared to record the conversation!

Amanda also said that she treated her like her own daughter, would she record a conversation with her own daughter?

What a hypocrite!

A pained light flashed in Gillian Thompson’s eyes, her hand clenched into a fist against her chest as she took deep breaths.

The voice from the cell phone was intermittent, but every word could still be heard clearly.

“You adopted me, yet gave me a name that made me the subject of ridicule from a young age. You adopted me just to alleviate your guilt and inner emptiness. What right do you have to criticize me?”

Gillian Thompson’s face grew paler, she controlled her wheelchair to approach Molly Walker’s side, her face full of fear.

She couldn’t let Daniel Thompson know that she wanted to harm Joshua Thompson.

Now she had only one thought – to grab the cell phone.

Molly Walker already knew what she was thinking and placed the cell phone in the middle of the table. But before the recording finished playing, the cell phone was snatched away by someone else.

Nicholas Thompson grabbed the cell phone and twisted it off.

The atmosphere instantly quieted down, Gillian Thompson’s accusing voice still echoing in the ears of the others.

Daniel Thompson looked at Gillian Thompson and asked in a heavy voice,

“What exactly is going on?”