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

Chapter 253: Chapter 252: The Farthest Distance

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How did his father die? He was diagnosed with depression after hearing news of his death, and committed suicide on the anniversary of his death.

By a stroke of luck, he survived, but his father’s death left a permanent pain in his heart.

Michael Gallagher’s thin lips curved into a cold smile: “You clearly didn’t die, but you hid and enjoyed the show. Brother, your heart is colder than mine.”

Noah Jenkins’ face gradually lost its color: “Stop it!”

He grabbed Michael’s collar in agitation, yelling hoarsely: “Dad is dead! Don’t use it to provoke me! If it weren’t for you, Dad wouldn’t have committed suicide! Michael Gallagher, I shouldn’t have saved you!”

Indifference filled Michael’s eyes.

What Noah said wasn’t wrong; Noah did save his life.

On that day, he was discussing a motorcycle race with his friends when a sudden fire broke out. Noah, who was holding a meeting not far away, went in to save him regardless of the danger after learning of his situation.

When he woke up, he found out that Noah had died.

Noah had given his gas mask to Michael, exchanging his life for Michael’s.

Afterwards, Michael developed a phobia towards fire, heat, and anything related to fire.

The following year, on the anniversary of his brother’s death, their father committed suicide. From that day on, he changed his personality, shut himself in the company, and took over the Gallagher family business. Within one year, he increased the company’s net profit fivefold, propelling the Gallagher family to the forefront of Sunnydale.

His bottomless care for Isabelle was also to repay his debt, the debt of Noah exchanging his life for Michael’s.

“Everything in the Gallagher family was originally mine.” Noah stared at him, “Since you’re here, don’t leave.”

Michael furrowed his eyebrows in vigilance, gradually feeling weak: “You ”

“Since you’re dead, you might as well be thoroughly dead, my dear younger brother ”

In his semi-conscious state, Michael heard Noah’s voice and lost all sensation.

In the back garden of the Leaford family, Molly Walker and Jeremy Norman sat facing each other.

“When Noah Jenkins came to me, he only asked to borrow the venue and for reporters’ contact information.” Jeremy Norman’s face was filled with sorrow, “If I knew what he was doing, I wouldn’t have helped him. Ivy, do you believe me? I know what Michael means to you. You should know that I’m not that kind of person.”

Molly clenched her fingers tightly, smiling calmly: “I believe you.”

Jeremy Norman sighed with relief. At that moment, his cell phone, which was on the table, rang. Seeing the caller ID, Jeremy’s face tensed up.

Molly glanced at it, and the words “Noah Jenkins” appeared before her eyes.

Jeremy hung up the call impatiently. Soon, the phone rang again.

“Answer it.” Molly smiled generously, “It’s fine.”

After all, given her relationship with Jeremy, his explanation had been unnecessary, and her belief or disbelief was not that important.

Even if Jeremy wasn’t involved in Noah’s plan, Noah would have found someone else willing to help.

Under the assault of the phone’s ringtone, Jeremy activated the speakerphone.

Noah’s gentle voice came through: “I have some good news to share.”

Jeremy’s heart clenched, and he thought of Molly sitting across from him. He coughed lightly, warning: “Noah Jenkins, I only helped you before because Michael is your brother, but if there’s anything else, I won’t help you again.”

Hearing this, Noah’s voice paused for a few seconds.

Initially, Noah intended to tell Jeremy that Michael was still alive, but the tone of their conversation suggested that someone else was with Jeremy right now.

Noah instinctively felt that Jeremy wanted to maintain some distance from him at this point.

Cold wind blew, and the sound of it whistled through the phone.

Jeremy remained expressionless, yet he couldn’t help but feel anxious.

He didn’t know if Noah would understand.

“I understand, Mr. Norman Thank you, and Goodbye.”

Noah hung up the call quickly.

Jeremy relaxed, turning to Molly: “I’ve kept my distance from him now.”

Molly nodded, and at that moment, her phone rang as well.

Upon hearing No. 6’s words, Molly immediately stood up.

“Noah Jenkins has carried a person out and is driving towards the Northern Suburb. Do we need to follow?”

“Follow!” A single word, full of decisive determination.

Seeing her stand up, Jeremy Norman stood up as well. Just then, his cell phone vibrated. It was a message from Xavier Gallagher: I have some bad news for you, Xavier Gallagher is not dead. But I also have some good news, he’s about to die.

Reading this, Jeremy Norman’s whole body turned cold, and he looked at Molly Walker abruptly.

The sun was setting, and she was wrapped in a large fluffy sweater, which was both warm and made her look petite and charming.

The faint yellow sunlight cast a gentle halo on her profile, and her eyes gleamed brightly.

“Mr. Norman, I have something to do. I’ll leave first.”

Without waiting for Jeremy Norman to react, she quickly stood up.

“Wait!” Jeremy Norman called her to stop.

Molly Walker paused, tilting her head slightly, her eyebrows and eyes smiling brightly but with an insurmountable distance.

“Something wrong?”

Something wrong, of course, something was wrong!

He didn’t know how to explain it to her at the moment.

If he told her that Xavier Gallagher had sent him a text message, it would confirm his relationship with Xavier Gallagher. But if he didn’t show her, he was afraid she would resent him when she found out the truth later.

Within a few seconds, he made a quick decision.

Jeremy Norman walked quickly to her side and handed her the cell phone, calmly saying, “Xavier Gallagher sent me a message. I don’t know if it’s true or not.”

Molly Walker stared at him, her eyes fell on the cell phone screen, and her face changed dramatically when she saw the message.

It felt like her heart was being squeezed by an iron wire, with blood seeping out.

Michael Gallagher was still alive?

Was he really still alive?

“Thank you.” Molly Walker gratefully smiled at Jeremy Norman, and quickly walked out of the back garden.

She made her way through the lush flower garden, leaving a trail of floral fragrance behind her.

Jeremy Norman sighed with a bitter smile and lowered his head.

He knew that once the news of Michael Gallagher’s survival broke out, his engagement to Molly Walker would be impossible.

But loving someone means sacrificing and gaining.

Jeremy Norman clenched his fists, picked up his pace, and quickly followed her.

In the northern suburb, Xavier Gallagher manipulated the steering wheel, his foot on the accelerator pedal as if he couldn’t press it down hard enough.

The car sped on.

He glanced at the man lying in the back seat through the rearview mirror, his eyes cold and terrifying.

Not far from his car, a Mercedes Benz G-class was driving at a high speed, following the previous car regardless of the muddy stone or mountain roads.

Harry Lambert wore sunglasses, his arms crossed over his chest, sitting lazily in the passenger seat.

“The man in the car is Zachary Jenkins. Does the Big Boss really want to save him?”

“Yes.” Harry Lambert’s face was extremely cold, “Just shut up and drive.”

This Zachary Jenkins seemed to be pursuing Molly Walker recently.

He didn’t dare to think about whether Molly Walker had fallen for Zachary Jenkins.

The driver was a chubby guy. Hearing Harry Lambert’s impatient words, he quickly closed his mouth.

He was just an experienced driver in the organization, and the recent appearance of the Big Boss had given him confidence.

People in the organization were never short of money, but they were afraid of losing their faith.

The Big Boss was the spiritual faith of all of them.

The chubby driver chewed on betel nuts, his eyes focused on the car ahead.

Whoever the Big Boss said must be saved, must be saved.