The Ex-husband Wants to Get Power Every Day After the Divorce Chapter 183 – How Is It Going

Chapter 183: Chapter 183: How Is It Going

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The explosion planned by Harry Lambert’s fans shook the whole Orientopia.

The person who carried out this plan was a chemistry major college student who illegally bought a series of raw materials and made a powerful explosive.

Out of jealousy towards Molly Walker, he planned for a long time, waiting in the hospital for several days, until he found the opportunity.

It was said that as soon as the incident happened, Harry Lambert announced his retirement from the industry, disbanded all his fan clubs, paid a hefty contract penalty to endorsers, and made a statement against stalker fans by his actions. Countless fans cried and condemned the situation but to no effect. Harry Lambert refused all interviews and stayed in the hospital day and night.

The Thompson family sent hundreds of bodyguards to guard the hospital, keeping reporters and fans at bay.

This time, both Harry Lambert and the Thompson family were furious.

Molly Walker became famous as a result.

Michael Gallagher shielded her from the bomb, Harry Lambert retired for her, and several Thompson men got angry for her. They directly sent the fan to prison, refusing to accept any form of settlement.

After Molly Walker became famous, even her fake social media accounts were discovered, gaining one hundred fifty thousand followers in just one day, and becoming a new internet celebrity.

In the third hospital, Intensive Care Unit.

In Molly Walker’s room, Harry Lambert was covered with a blanket, resting on a recliner, though the handsome face was bruised and swollen, which looked quite comical.

A few bodyguards came in, and Joshua Thompson waved his hand, commanding coldly, “Take him out.”

Harry Lambert opened his eyes, revealing a cold gleam in his swollen eyes. He stood up and punched each bodyguard without holding back.

Although he was only one person, his skills were quite good, and soon, there were wails, as the bodyguards were one by one beaten to the ground.

Joshua Thompson’s face turned cold, and he rolled up his sleeves, only to be stopped by Damian Thompson.

“Forget it, let him stay.”

For the past few days, no matter what measures were used, Harry Lambert stayed in the hospital room, refusing to leave.

The Thompson family had no good feelings towards Harry Lambert since his fan was the culprit of the incident.

“She still hasn’t woken up?” Joshua Thompson looked at Molly Walker on the bed, his eyebrows pinched like hemp rope.

“No, not yet.” Damian Thompson rubbed his forehead, his face full of worry.

“What about that person?” Joshua Thompson deliberately lowered his voice.

Although he didn’t have a good feeling about Michael Gallagher, he did block the most dangerous part for his sister. If not for him, Fourth Sister might have already lost her life.

“He’s still in the Intensive Care Unit, he hasn’t come out yet, and the doctors say his condition isn’t very good…”

Not very good…

Joshua Thompson pursed his lips, his heart heavy like it was being pressed by a boulder.

“His mother… I heard no one was there to accompany her to the end…” Damian Thompson’s voice was hoarse, and his face was solemn.

Only close relatives can accompany one to their end.

The atmosphere was as silent as death.

In the end, Michael Gallagher still couldn’t see his mother for the last time.

He had been staying in the Intensive Care Unit since that day, for three days straight. During these three days, the doctors had tried their best to save him, but the outcome wasn’t very promising.

Molly Walker, the one he saved, was out of danger.

In her sleep, Molly Walker saw Michael moving away from her.

She reached out to grab him but only caught a wisp of air.

“Michael Gallagher…”

As she slowly woke up, the first thing she saw was the ceiling light, followed by Joshua Thompson and Damian Thompson rushing over.

“Sister, you’re awake? Doctor, doctor!”

Seeing the haggard faces of Joshua Thompson and Damian Thompson, Molly Walker tried to sit up but had no strength in her body.

She looked around, the dream scene still in her mind, her heart feeling empty, the wind whistling into it.

The explosion scene in her dream kept replaying many times, clearly reminding her that Michael Gallagher had saved her life once again.

“Brother, Third Brother.” She barely opened her lips, her lips pale, and her voice weak.

“We’re here, we’re here!” Joshua Thompson said nervously and excitedly, urging the doctor, “Please check on my sister quickly and see how she’s doing!”

The doctor hurriedly went over to examine her.

In the corner of the room, Harry Lambert saw Molly Walker wake up but only dared to watch from a distance without approaching.

Molly Walker’s injury was, after all, because of him.

If it weren’t for him, the fans wouldn’t have directed their hatred at her.

Joshua Thompson glanced at the at a loss Lambert and raised the corner of his mouth slightly, “Just come over and take a look, and then leave as soon as you’re done.”

Over these few days, he had realized that Harry Lambert wouldn’t leave until he was sure Molly was okay.

This was an Intensive Care Unit with only Molly as the patient to protect her reputation. He and his brother had also been staying with her during these days.

Molly looked towards the corner of the room, and Harry Lambert, with his back bent, slowly walked towards her.

In just a few days, his celebrity aura had vanished, and he seemed to have aged several years in an instant.

A few strands of his hair had turned white, and his beard was unshaven. He didn’t look like a celebrity at all but more like a disheveled middle-aged man.

“What…what happened to you?” Molly’s lips curved into a smile, her expression softening, “I’m fine now.”

Hearing her comforting words, Harry Lambert’s lips trembled, and tears flowed from the corners of his swollen eyes.

Guilt, regret, and annoyance swept over him once again.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” He walked over to Molly, fell to his knees with a soft thud, covered his face with his hands, and was quickly soaked by his tears.

“Why are you apologizing so much? Didn’t I say I’m fine?” Molly said with a gentle smile. She understood Harry Lambert’s guilt, but it wasn’t his fault.

There were various people in this world, and it was she who had asked for their relationship to be disclosed when registering at the hospital.

He was a celebrity and should not have been connected with her in the first place.

She touched her stomach, feeling the existence of the little life inside.

As long as the baby was okay, it was fine.

Seeing her touch her stomach with a gentle smile, Joshua Thompson softly said, “You experienced some bleeding earlier. Our brother immediately brought in the most renowned chief of obstetrics and gynecology from Sunfield City to examine you. However, the doctor said that the child… might have some after-effects.”

Molly’s hand paused for a moment on her stomach, but her face quickly returned to its gentle expression, “As long as we’re alive, that’s enough.”

This child was unexpectedly resilient.

Since it wanted to live, she would do everything in her power to make sure it did.

If it weren’t for Michael Gallagher, she and the baby might have lost their lives.

Thinking of the scene in her dream, Molly’s face darkened, “How is Michael Gallagher?”

The atmosphere grew tense, and no one replied.

Molly’s face felt numb, and her heart pounded.

Joshua Thompson averted his gaze, while Damian Thompson looked at her gently, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

Harry Lambert’s face was even paler and more terrible.

Suddenly, Molly had a bad feeling.

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“Brother, Third Brother…” her voice was fragile and trembling, “How is Michael Gallagher?”

“Your grandmother passed away, and he couldn’t be there for her…” Damian Thompson changed the topic.

From the beginning, they had avoided talking about Michael Gallagher.

Thinking of the man who had charged towards her, her heart felt like it was being strangled by a rope, constricting inch by inch, spasming in pain.

Her nostrils were blocked, and the heavy oppression made it difficult for her to breathe.