Chapter 190: Jeremy Norman’s Confession


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    “It was you, wasn’t it?” When he didn’t respond, Molly became more certain, “I knew you wouldn’t die.”


    “You scared me..” She was groggy and touched the man’s chin.


    Is this a dream?


    If this is a dream, let itst a little longer.


    With tears streaming down her face, she slightly bowed her body, reached out, and hooked her arm around his neck.


    The man had a light kiss on his lips, and his body shuddered slightly.


    “You asked me if I liked you before. In fact, I liked you a long time ago, but I was afraid of being rejected by you and dared not say it.” She mumbled, resting on his corbone, talking to herself.


    Looking at the face close at hand, Jeremy Norman’s eyes were full of deep affection.


    He really wanted to wake her but was also afraid to do so.


    Jeremy carried the sleeping Molly to the car and made her lie on the seat, covering her with a nket.


    The driver was a short-haired woman who curiously nced at the rearview mirror and saw Molly’s face, her mouth opened in surprise.


    This woman, even with her eyes closed, could not hide her beauty.


    No wonder the young master had been unable to forget her all these years.


    “Young Master, where are we going now?” The short-haired woman was eager.


    Jeremy’s clear eyes were full of deep emotions. If he could, he really wanted to take her home.


    But Michael Gagher had already passed away, and he had plenty of time.


    “Go to the Thompson family’s estate.”


    “Okay!”


    As the car sped away, two men stood under arge tree not far away.


    “What are you looking at? They’re already gone.” Jake Leaford cast a sidelong nce at the man next to him, as the cold wind blew around them, and hugged his arms, “I never thought you’d dodge and hide like this.”


    Next to him stood a man in a gray coat, wearing a ck mask, his eyes bloodshot and exhausted.


    “You actually let them take those things away so easily? That’s generous of you.” Jake Leaford mocked him. If he had been in his ce, he would never have done that.


    The masked man looked in the direction the car had left while thinking about what happened just now, clenching his fingers tightly: “Let’s go.”


    His faint voice had no emotion.


    Watching him walk ahead, Jake Leaford sighed: “Wealthy families are soplicated.”


    A Porsche slowly entered the Thompson family estate.


    As the car gradually slowed down, Molly in the car slowly woke up.


    The car was warm, and Molly felt like she had a long dream. She hadn’t slept well these days, and now that she woke up, it seemed like she had recovered all her strength.


    “Awake?” Jeremy gently reached out to help her up but was subtly avoided by her.


    “How did I end up in your car?” Thinking of the scene in the dream, Molly instantly became alert.


    Jeremy saw her nervousness and quickly exined, “I went to pay my respects to Michael, and I saw you sleeping while clutching the tombstone, so I brought you back.”


    “Brought back…” Molly’s heart sank, frowning, “You carried me into the car?”


    The scene in the dream was deeply remembered, and she vaguely recalled hugging Michael’s neck, unable to see clearly when she was groggy, but everything came back to her when she woke up.


    Michael had already passed away, so how could he pick her up?


    Seeing Jeremy’s eyes avoid her, Molly instantly understood everything.


    “Thank you.” She said tly and stepped out of the car.


    Jeremy smiled bitterly and followed her out of the car.


    “I’m sorry, I had no choice but to carry you when you were freezing and in a daze… I was afraid something would happen to you, so I carried you into the car directly, I’m sorry…” Jeremy walked and exined at the same time.


    “It’s fine.” Molly pursed her lips, intending to distance herself from him but then thought it would be too abrupt since he had just helped her.


    “Actually, you don’t have to be afraid of me.”


    Molly’s footsteps paused, her face slightly embarrassed.


    Jeremyughed, “I don’t have any intentions. I just want to be your friend. I impulsively made that decision because I couldn’t bear people scolding you before. I’m very sorry.”


    Thinking about the misunderstandingst time, Molly smiled, “It’s all in the past. Anyway, my reputation is already like this, Mr. Norman doesn’t need to stand up for me in the future.”


    Since deciding to be a single mother, she knew she would have to resist the world’s gossip.


    This world is not that friendly to women and even more so to single mothers.


    But where there is darkness, there is light. Having the understanding of family and friends is enough. Besides, Michael knew that the baby was his before he died, which lessened her regrets. At least the baby in her belly was acknowledged by its father.


    “We’re getting too close. I’m afraid my family will misunderstand.” Molly decided to be straightforward, “I’ll be honest with you; I’m not nning to remarry this lifetime.”


    She had been married once and married her true love. Now that Michael had died, she felt that remarrying anyone else would be a betrayal to him.


    Her indifference made Jeremy’s heart ache slightly.


    She clearly wanted to set things straight and sever their rtionship.


    Seeing her determined face, Jeremy Norman switched the topic, “I’m nning to be single for my whole life, too.”


    Molly Walker raised her eyelids, her face full of question marks.


    Jeremy smiled bitterly, “To be honest… I’m actually attracted to men.”


    Molly’s expression suddenly froze, not expecting him to reveal such a secret.


    Attracted to men? So that means…


    Molly’s lips twitched, and she quickly adjusted her expression, “You must be under a lot of pressure.”


    “Don’t worry, I definitely won’t tell anyone about this.” Knowing this was a secret, she hastily added a tactful remark.


    Jeremy’s smile was forced, bing more resentful deep down. This idea was suggested by Joshua Thompson, saying that only in this way would Molly truly trust him as a “friend” and “confidante.”


    As expected, after revealing this secret, her wariness towards him greatly decreased, and she even started discussing skincare and makeup with him.


    Jeremy dealt with it with his limited knowledge, watching her affectionately discussing with him, suddenly feeling that being a confidante wasn’t too bad.


    Anyway, they had plenty of time, he had the time to make her fall in love with him.


    At Thompson’s house, Amanda Leaford sat on the sofa, her pretty face full of anger.


    “She’s your sister, and you just let her go on her own like that? What if she runs into danger again!”


    Nichs Thompson stood to one side, pressing his lips tightly, remaining silent for a long time.


    “If it were Gillian Thompson, would you let her go alone?” Amanda leaned back on the sofa, her face full of disappointment, “Nichs, I’m very disappointed in you.”


    “He sent Jeremy Norman to pick up Ivy.” Joshua Thompson saw that Nichs didn’t defend himself, so he spoke up in his defense.


    Not just him, but now the whole family knew that Nichs favored Gillian Thompson.


    If it weren’t for Molly refusing, he would have gone to see Mr. Wilson thewyer with her.


    Nichs taking Molly with him made them all feel uneasy.


    As expected, seeing Nichse back alone, the whole family interrogated him.


    “Ma’am, Miss Ivy and Mr. Norman are back.” The housekeeper walked in with a delighted face.


    Hearing this, Amanda quickly stood up and walked out. Seeing Molly, Amanda hugged her tightly, “My Ivy, you’re finally back. I was so worried about you!”


    Molly patted her shoulder gently, “I’m fine, I just went to see Michael Gagher.”


    The atmosphere suddenly chilled.


    Amanda’s lips moved, looking at her tentatively, “You went to see him? Are you okay?”


    Molly shook her head, “There was no one guarding the grave, and no one stopped me from going in.”


    Not only that, but she also saw Isabelle Richardson.


    Thinking of the strange man next to Isabelle, Molly frowned, speaking to Damian Thompson nearby, “Brother, can you help me find out who Isabelle has been dealing with recently?”


    Isabelle had managed to hide her baby for so many years, and Molly couldn’t believe that no one had helped her.


    Based on her understanding of Samuel Richardson, although his influence reached across the country, it was never enough to allow him topletely cover up the truth.


    Gillian’s actions were due to Violet Summers’ support from behind.


    But what about Isabelle?


    Avoiding legal punishment time after time and easily getting out, there must be someone other than Samuel Richardson protecting her from behind.


    Thinking of the mysterious man, Molly had a premonition that if they couldn’t bring down Isabelle this time, she would be free for the rest of her life.


    “Alright.” Damian Thompson agreed without hesitation.


    Molly gratefully smiled at him.


    Since Violet Summers’ incident had been exposed, she rarely asked the organization for help in finding information. It had been a long time since she had returned to the organization, and she didn’t know what kinds of monsters were inside.


    It was better to ask her brother for help.


    Damian acted quickly, and by the next morning, he found all of Isabelle’s recent dealings, including who she had met with.


    Seeing pages of photos and a timeline, Molly gasped.


    Not only were there details of Isabelle’s activities in the past few days, but there were also her actions and whereabouts after Molly had fainted a while ago. Where she had gone, and who she had met, were all clearly and inly documented.


    “Brother, where did you get this information?”


    Even people within the ‘W’ organization might not be able to find such detailed information.


    Without several people tracking and monitoring her continuously, it would be impossible to get such a clear picture.


    “When you were nning to sue her, I had already sent people to follow her.” Damian chuckled softly, the transparent gold-rimmed sses reflecting light. He pointed to the man Isabelle was with and said, “This man has close ties with her. After you were injured, he appeared.”


    The timing of her ident was the same as Michael Gagher’s.


    “Brother, do you recognize this man?”


    Damian Thompson thought for a moment, his eyes slightly narrowed.


    Looking at the man’s back, he thought of someone in his mind.