Chapter 185: A New Lease on Life in Desperate Situation


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    “You’re not going!” Amanda Leaford tightly held her hand, wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes, “You’re emotionally unstable right now. For the sake of the baby’s and your own safety, it’s better to wait a bit longer.”


    “In a few days…” Molly Walker’s heart trembled as she looked at them through teary eyes, “The funeral has already happened…”


    “We attended the funeral, but we were driven away by the Gagher family. We only know that he was buried at the old Gagher house, but we don’t know the exact location… We’ll have to find it.” Damian Thompson paused, his tone bing somewhat somber.


    To the Thompson family, Michael Gagher was a lifesaving benefactor for their sister, but to the Gagher family, their sister was a murderer.


    Nichs Thompson also stood up to persuade her, “Michael’s mother left you the inheritance. No one attended his deathbed, and soon after he died, the incident happened. The whole Gagher family now considers you as an enemy. Mom and big brother are right: if you want to know where Michael is buried, it’s better to wait a while, until this storm blows over.”


    Molly pressed her lips together, her eyes red and swollen.


    Perhaps not just the Gagher family, but everyone rted to Michael must hate her.


    Thinking about Jake Leaford’s usation against herself, her heart clenched.


    Seeing her like this, Nichs lowered his eyshes, hiding his thoughts.


    Molly never liked him and might not listen to him.


    Nichs bit his lower lip, feeling more upset. After all, Molly was his sister, and even if his advice was harsh, he had to say it.


    Molly nced at him briefly and, amid his nervous gaze, covered her belly and slowly nodded.


    “Let’s wait for a few days then.” She obediently looked at Joshua Thompson and whispered softly, “Third brother, I want to eat carrot cake and dried cured beef noodles from Riverside Road.”


    Now the child in her belly was the most important, the only bloodline of Michael.


    As Molly recalled her mother-inw’sst words to her over the phone, her heart ache intensified.


    She had broken her promise.


    Now, the best thing she could do was to protect the baby inside her.


    Hearing her take the initiative to eat, Joshua couldn’t hide his wild joy on his face: “Alright! I’ll go buy it right away, just wait for ten minutes, ten minutes!”


    The other members of the Thompson family also breathed a sigh of relief. These days, Molly had no appetite and had been surviving on glucose and other nutritional injections. If she continued to starve, even if the baby was fine, she would be in danger. Now that she was asking to eat, everyone was relieved.


    Molly smiled gently, “Don’t worry, for the sake of the child, I’ll live on.”


    After all, her life carried the continuation of Michael’s life.


    Jake Leaford was right; she must live on, no matter how much guilt she has to bear, she must live well for Michael.


    Because of the incident, Amanda Leaford forced her to return to the Thompson family’s estate out of concern for her safety, and Molly didn’t refuse.


    The next day after returning to the Thompson family, an uninvited guest arrived.


    Isabelle Richardson sat in therge living room downstairs as if nobody else was around. Molly, wearing casual pajamas, slowly walked down the stairs.


    Outside the mansion, heavy snow was falling, but since the house was heated, she wore a simple silk nightgown. Her once slender waist now seemed as if it would break at the slightest touch, and her long legs swayed seductively beneath the hem of her dress.


    Most people would look like bamboo poles when they get as thin as she was now, but her figure was naturally well-proportioned. Losing weight not only made her look youthful but also more pure and beautiful.


    Isabelle Richardson stood up suddenly, her eyes full of hatred and jealousy as she looked at Molly.


    Michael Gagher had been in aa for several days, and the doctor finally dered him dead after unsessful attempts at resuscitation. The day she received the news, she nearly went insane, but the court summons shattered her illusions.


    Molly sued her!


    Several times she tried to rush into the hospital, but was blocked by the Thompson family’s bodyguards, unable to enter. The hospital had be like a private hospital for the Thompson family, yet no one raised any objections.


    When she learned that Molly had returned to the Thompson family, she came to their estate as soon as possible.


    “How can you still have the face to live?” The image in the news of Michael jumping in front of her caused Isabelle’s heart to ache like a knife.


    Her Michael, her beloved Michael, was blown up because of this woman.


    He was the heir to the Gagher family, with a long life ahead of him, but he was destroyed by the woman standing in front of her.


    “Why not live?” Molly Walker looked at her, the corner of her mouth faintly curved in a sneer, “Since I didn’t send you in, I must live.”


    Isabelle Richardson’s face turned pale instantly: “If it weren’t for you, Michael would not have died. Why didn’t you die?! Why?!”


    Molly Walker raised her lips and didn’t speak, her eyes full of coldness.


    She remembered what Jake Leaford had said, that Isabelle Richardson had threatened Michael Gagher for many years.


    “He protected me with his life, so I not only won’t die, but I’ll live well,” she nced sideways at Isabelle, expressionless, “On the other hand, Isabelle Richardson, don’t you fear that Michael wille for you in your dreams?”


    Molly Walker’s words were like a heavy hammer, smashing hard into Isabelle’s heart.


    Isabelle looked at Molly Walker, her eyes extremely red: “He died, how dare you still live with a shameless face?”


    She rushed toward Molly quickly, and at that moment, two female bodyguards rushed out from the side and kicked her off.


    Isabelle was pushed forcefully backward, sitting on the ground, covering her belly, and breaking out in a cold sweat.


    Looking at the two suddenly appearing bodyguards, Isabelle looked at Molly in fear.


    “Did you receive the court summons?” Molly casually sat on the sofa, looking at herzily, “Prepare yourself well, it’s best if you confess all your aplices, otherwise, I don’t know what kind of punishment awaits you in the end.”


    “I am a good citizen of Orientopia, what kind of punishment could be waiting for me?” Isabelle slowly stood up, nced at the two short-haired female bodyguards, andughed softly, “I didn’t expect you to be so afraid of death that you have two bodyguards following you around. The person who didn’t blow you up is just unlucky.”


    Molly didn’t respond, her face hanging a yful smile.


    Isabelle’s heart thumped wildly.


    She was now abandoned by the Richardson family, and she couldn’t find out how much evidence Molly had in her possession. But thinking that the evidence that should have been destroyed was destroyed, even if she was sued, she wouldn’t be afraid as long as she found a goodwyer.


    With that thought, a person suddenly popped up in Isabelle’s mind.


    Michael once gave her a contact, said to be the bestwyer in Orientopia. If she received a court summons, she could ask him to help defend her.


    Looking at Molly’s calm appearance, Isabelle’s heart sank to rock bottom.


    Her purpose ining was twofold: one was to vent her emotions, and the second was to observe Molly’s state.


    Originally, she thought that Molly would bepletely deted, but she didn’t expect that aside from being a little thinner, Molly’s hatred toward her didn’t diminish at all.


    “See you in court. I’m a bit curious about what kind of evidence you’ll present,” Isabelle’s pink lips curved into a smug and wicked smile, “Michael rmended me the bestwyer in Orientopia, and I believe that his spirit would help bless me with victory.”


    The joy in her eyes was like a sharp dagger, piercing all deceit.


    After she left, Molly Walker sat on the sofa, and in that instant, all her strength was drained.


    At that moment, Nichs Thompson entered the room and saw Molly, stopping in his tracks.


    Molly also caught his eye and opened her lips slightly, her rxed voice trembling slightly, “Do you know the bestwyer in Orientopia?”


    She wanted to destroy all that Michael had done for Isabelle in his lifetime.


    If Michael were alive, she would let it go, but now that he was gone, she didn’t want Isabelle to continue using his resources.


    Nichs Thompson’s expression faltered slightly, and he nodded gently, “I know.”


    The bestwyer in Orientopia, undisputedly the best, was Adam Wilson, only thirty years old but undefeated in anywsuit. No matter the case, he could twist it in his favor, as he was awyer who liked to find his own evidence, even uncovering many hidden pieces of evidence.


    “What do you want with him?”


    “I want to talk to him,” Molly stood up, her eyes calm and cold.


    As she walked into the dressing room, Nichs’s brows furrowed.


    She had changed since Michael’s death, and yet that change was hard to put into words.


    It was as if a sharp sword had suddenly left its sheath.


    Its brilliance was unrestrained and ruthless.