Chapter 62: The Last Procedure


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    “You see, her attitude, I used to think she was well-educated, but look at her now, she’s nothing like the Thompson family, even Gabriel has better manners.” Daniel Thompson wheezed, “Not raising a child by your side, they are just unreliable.”


    Damian Thompson frowned, looking worriedly in the direction Molly Walker had left.


    Like his father and Nichs, he hasn’t adapted to Molly’s character yet.


    Just as Molly wasn’t prepared to fit into this family.


    If they wanted Molly to willingly ept them, she shouldn’t have been hurt from the very beginning.


    He said solemnly to his father, “Dad, Molly is right, you were wrong.”


    “From the beginning, I told you not to interfere with her decisions. She hasn’t grown by your side for over twenty years. her working style and character have already been formed. We should wait for her to gradually ept us, rather than forcefully arrange her life.”


    “Also, stop meddling in Gabriel’s affairs.” Damian Thompson did not share the message he found out with his father. Although he didn’t want to specte on Gabriel’s thoughts, there are too many doubts about L Jones’s case.


    If it hadn’t been for Joshua investigating Molly’s DNA test first, their whole family might have mistaken L Jones for Ivy.


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    All these years, not only Nichs and himself but also their father, have all treated Gabriel as their biological daughter, but they have forgotten that Gabriel and them had no blood ties at all.


    On the first day Molly arrived, it ended in discord, and it turned out to be Gabriel’s idea.


    Damian Thompson looked at his father’s aging face and said firmly, “After we acknowledged each other, we haven’t done anything for her but arrange her life as the first thing. Think about it, is this fair to her?”


    Daniel Thompson rubbed the teacup, opened his mouth, and finally sighed,


    “You’re right, I was confused.”


    It was Gabriel’s idea, and his head was heated for a moment, without considering it.


    Thinking from a different perspective, it’s no wonder Molly, if it were him, he would be angry too.


    “Let’s arrange the recognition ceremony this weekend. Since she’s back, we should support her from now on.”


    Molly wanted to go see Amanda Leaford, but found out she had already gone to bed early. Just as she was about to say goodbye to Damian Thompson, she was stopped by a servant, “Miss Walker, Mr. Thompson said you will live here from now on. Thergest room on the third floor has been cleared for you, everything inside is yours. If you need anything, please feel free to ask us.” She looked at the sky outside, and it was indeed a bitte.


    Thinking about how inconvenient it would be to go back to the Thompson family’s estate, she hesitated for a moment and decided to stay.


    When she reached the third floor, she realized this room was huge, even bigger than Gillian Thompson’s previous room.


    She opened a random cab, and it was filled with all kinds of jewelry.


    But she didn’t feel like looking at it.


    Thinking of what had happened at the dinner table today, she touched her belly, her heart pounding.


    She didn’t sleep all night.


    The next day, she was woken up by the knock on the door.


    “Michael Gagher is here.” It was Damian Thompson’s voice, sounding a little helpless.


    Michael Gagher?


    How did hee?


    She jumped up like a carp, quickly tidied everything up, and hurriedly opened the door asking Damian, “How did he know I was here?”


    Seeing her panic, Damian Thompson smiled, “Maybe you’re already in his control.’


    Michael Gagher was no ordinary person, so it wasn’t surprising that he could quickly locate someone.


    Knowing Michael Gagher was here, his father wanted to call him in at once, but he stopped that.


    It wasn’t their ce to interfere, nor could they, in Molly and Michael Gagher’s affairs.


    Unless Michael Gagher bullied Molly, he wouldn’t be merciful either.


    When Molly hurriedly walked out of the house, she saw Michael Gagher leaning against a motorcycle. There was a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, and his pupils were dark and careless.


    His handsome brows and eyes blurred in the rising smoke, his gaze deep and indistinct.


    Molly stopped in her tracks.


    This Michael Gagher was different from the one in her memory.


    She had seen this motorcycle in the basement of Gagher family’s vi. It had been there for several years, and she thought it was scrapped, didn’t know it could still be used by him.


    She walked up to him, “Why did youe?”


    Yesterday, she had brought home a bunch of gifts, and her attitude towards this “Big Boss” had gone down.


    Michael Gagher nced at her, saw that she was wearing pajamas under her coat, and had clearly rushed out.


    He didn’t expect her to be able to stay overnight at the Thompson family’s house.


    It seems that without him, she could live just fine.


    He turned off the e-cigarette, put it in his pocket, walked over to the motorcycle, and picked up a helmet, tossing it to her with one hand, “Get on.”


    Molly looked at the helmet in her hand, baffled, “Where to?” “To finish the final divorce procedures.”


    His voice was very light, as if it hade from a distant ce.


    “Didn’t you say there’s a month…”


    “No need for a month.” Thinking about what Harry Lambert said, impatience appeared on his face.


    Harry Lambert could indeed have the power to get him and Molly divorced immediately, but so could he.


    He didn’t want another man to help her at the moment of their divorce.


    Rather than letting other men step in, he would rather sever their ties himself.


    He straddled the motorcycle, put on the helmet, and his gaze seemed devoid of any warmth.


    This motorcycle was his “good friend” for many years. Whenever he was in a bad mood, he’d take it for a spin, and his mood would get better.


    Molly clutched the helmet, and her beautiful face turned pale.


    Even though she was prepared for the divorce, the sense of loss and sadness surged up again when it really came to this moment.


    She thought she’d have half a month to process her final thoughts. She didn’t expect him to be so eager to break free from their marriage.


    Thinking of Isabelle Richardson trying on her wedding dress and even confirming the bridesmaid’s dress, her nose soured a little.


    There was some reluctance to let go so easily and let this couple get married. How could her heart be like still water?


    Not even a month could be waited, so impatient.


    Her vision became foggy…


    She closed her eyes and put the helmet on her head.


    Having never worn one before, it hung loosely from her;


    A hand helped her adjust it properly and quickly put the helmet on.


    She hurriedly got on the bike and before she could sit properly, the motorcycle took off.


    She reflexively hugged his waist.


    There was not an ounce of fat on the man’s strong waist. His clothes fluttered, covering the confusion in her eyes and the flush on her face.


    The familiar feeling took her back to that night.


    Her mind went nk, and as if electrocuted, she pulled away from him and grabbed the hem of his clothes.


    Soon, her stomach started to churn again.


    “Stop the bike…”


    “Michael Gagher, stop.”


    The difort in her stomach and the sensation in her throat made her feel embarrassed and ufortable.


    Wind passed by her ears, drowning out her voice.


    “Michael Gagher, stop, I’m feeling unwell!”


    She quickly covered her mouth with her hand, and as soon as Michael Gagher stopped the bike, she couldn’t help but vomit.


    It’s over!