“Ma’am, you’ve been waiting for several hours, I’m afraid the master won’t be coming back.”

“That’s okay, I’ll wait a little longer.”

In her three years of marriage, she wanted to earnestly celebrate their wedding anniversary just once.

Yet her husband was currently making headlines with another woman.

#World Class Frame! Michael Gallagher personally picks up Isabelle Richardson from the airport, so sweet!#

Isabelle Richardson was her husband’s first love.

Everyone in the world was supporting him in his pursuit to win back his bright moonlight.

But these people didn’t know that Michael Gallagher was already married.

No matter how many calls she made, all she would ever hear was the cold automated message of a switched-off phone on the other end.

In the end, she didn’t wait for Michael Gallagher, but instead received a call from the hospital caregiver.

“Miss Walker, your grandmother’s condition is not good, you should hurry over.”

With an urgent tone in the caregiver’s voice, Molly was sent into a state of tremors with a “boom”.

Quickly throwing on a coat and grabbing her car keys, Molly dashed out the door.

She ran countless red lights on her rush to the hospital, her hands were trembling when she arrived.

She was picked up from a garbage pile by her grandmother; to her, her grandmother was her only family.

Her grandmother was still in the emergency room. Panicking, Molly grabbed the caregiver, asking, “What happened? Wasn’t grandma fine yesterday?”

“I…I don’t know either.” The caregiver hurriedly explained, “Miss Walker, you know me, I have always been devoted to taking care of your grandmother.”

“Then, before grandma fell ill, was there anything unusual?”

“Right! Miss Richardson visited today.”

Miss Richardson?

Isabelle Richardson!

A thunderous “boom” resonated, leaving Molly’s head buzzing and her body chilling.

Isabelle Richardson had no relation to her, she wouldn’t have come to visit her grandmother for no reason.

Molly forced herself to calm down and asked, “Do you know what she said to my grandmother?”

“The door was closed at the time, I was outside and only heard her say that she was getting married to someone. Then your grandmother started arguing with her. When Miss Richardson came out and I went to check on your grandmother, she had already collapsed…”

Molly clenched her fist while leaning against the wall, shaking from fury.

She had always shared good news and kept the bad to herself in front of her grandmother because she was afraid of her finding out about Isabelle Richardson and Michael Gallagher.

But Isabelle Richardson had actually sought her out directly!

The light in the emergency room turned on, the doctor came out.

Her heart jumped violently.

The doctor, fatigued, removed his mask and said, “The patient suffered from acute cerebral congestion. She was probably stimulated, you as her relatives, do make preparations.”

She had contemplated millions of possibilities, but none of them included loss.

The doctor’s words felt like a steel wire around her heart, she forced herself to walk towards the hospital bed.

The only person who had ever been kind to her was now covered with a white cloth, separated from her for eternity.

Gargantuan grief enveloped her, she couldn’t even muster the tears. Clutching her grandmother’s cold hand, she reminisced their shared moments. The warmth of the past had transformed into a relentless hammer, mercilessly pounding into her heart, leaving her gasping for air.

A soft sob escaped her lips, she covered her mouth and slowly slid down the wall to a squat.

After what felt like an eternity, a familiar voice woke her up.

“Molly.”

She slowly raised her head.

The comer was imposing, handsome and extraordinary.

“It’s you…”

She mumbled to herself, her gaze empty: “Grandmother is gone….”

Her only kin had left her behind.

She was hiding in the corner, wearing only thin pajamas, like an abandoned child.

Michael Gallagher’s throat was dry, he slowly crouched down: “Your grandmother wouldn’t want to see you like this if she were still here.”

Molly Walker’s heart was hollow.

Some pain penetrated to the bone marrow. Even though she was breathing deeply, she could not ease the tension and anxiety in her heart.

She numbly watched Michael Gallagher handle everything until they arrived at the funeral home, where she finally regained a little strength.

On the first night of the vigil, an unexpected guest arrived.

Isabelle Richardson walked in, dressed in black clothes, carrying a floral wreath.

This was Molly Walker’s first time seeing her.

In person, she was even more stunning than on television. With her waist-length hair cascading like flowing water and delicate, exquisite features, especially her eyes which seemed as pure as water, emitted an innocent and captivating charm.

She walked up to Molly Walker, her voice clear, “Miss Walker, please accept my condolences.”

Molly Walker was reminded of the caregiver’s words.

Her grandmother had suddenly fallen ill, could Isabelle Richardson really say she had nothing to do with it?

As Isabelle Richardson was turning to leave, Molly Walker called out to her in a hoarse voice, “Miss Richardson.”

“The caregiver said that you visited my grandmother the day she died.”

Isabelle Richardson stood still, a little flustered.

Molly Walker’s voice remained unchanged: “Miss Richardson, you didn’t know my grandmother, why did you go to see her?”

Isabelle Richardson looked innocent, “What are you trying to say?”

“I want to know, what exactly did Miss Richardson say to my grandmother?”

“I had a friend of mine from abroad video call your grandmother and ask her about her condition, that’s all I said,” Isabelle Richardson stated, her lips pouting in affront, “I was trying to help your grandmother.”

“Help her?” Molly Walker scoffed, “You were strangers, yet she had an accident the day you visited her, I think you were trying to harm her, weren’t you?”

“I’m the one who asked her to go.”

Michael Gallagher walked over, his voice low, his eyes deeply dark, “Isabelle’s friend specializes in tumor surgery, he’s very famous abroad.”

“It’s okay, Michael. She just lost a loved one, I can understand her emotional outburst,” Isabelle Richardson said soothingly, leaning towards him, her eyes glistening with tears, “If it makes her feel even a little better, I am willing to apologize.”

“Don’t overthink, it was just a coincidence,” Michael Gallagher said softly, looking at Molly Walker, “I was the one who arranged for her visit, if you want to blame someone, blame me.”

Molly Walker’s face had turned pale, as she tried hard to steady her trembling body.

She clenched her cold fingers, biting her lip.

This man, whom she had loved for so many years, was now bravely shielding another woman.

“Blame you? How can I dare to blame you…” she said with a bitter smile, shaking her head, her eyes, now bereft of tears, were red and inflamed.

Seeing her like this, Michael Gallagher frowned, “You’re tired, I’ll have someone take you to rest.”

“No need,” she said, standing on her own strength, her lips turning white.

Isabelle Richardson’s eyes, pure and translucent, moved her cherry lips. Her clear voice word-by-word fell into Molly Walker’s ears, “If you suspect that I killed your grandma, you can call the police and let them investigate me.”

Investigate?

She had already notified the police, but they told her the surveillance was damaged, there was not enough evidence to proceed, and even suggested that she drop the case after learning of Isabelle Richardson’s famous name.

This made her certain that Isabelle Richardson was the culprit.

What a coincidence that the surveillance was fine just the day before, but happened to break on that particular day?

She knew that the Richardson family was powerful, and finding evidence against them with her limited resources was next to impossible.

But she would never give up, she would find the cause one day.

“Isabelle Richardson, people are watching, and one day, I will make you pay.”

“Molly!” Michael Gallagher’s eyes were sharp, his cold voice warning, “Watch your words.”

His warning was like a series of needles, ruthlessly piercing her heart.

“You might as well think I’m making a fuss over nothing.” Molly Walker suddenly laughed, “I’ll find the evidence.”

Not wanting to stay for a second longer, she steadied herself and staggered away.

After she left, Michael Gallagher quietly explained to Isabelle Richardson, “Her grandmother means a lot to her. Don’t take her harsh words to heart.”

Isabelle Richardson shook her head, biting her lip in grief, “I always thought she was a gentle person. I didn’t expect her to harbor such hostility towards me.”

“So, Michael, do your previous words still hold true?”

Michael Gallagher remained silent.

“Isn’t she discussing divorce with you?” She asked carefully, “She seems very fragile right now, she probably needs a lover by her side.”

Michael Gallagher’s lips were tightly pressed, thinking about Molly’s reason for wanting a divorce, his fist clenched tighter and tighter.

A lover, it’s a shame her lover is not him.

They have been married for three years. He had always controlled himself, but a few days ago, he woke up to find that he had been intimate with Molly.

Angry at himself for being fooled, Molly vehemently denied it, and even handed him a divorce agreement.

“Michael Gallagher, let’s get a divorce.”

She had always been obedient, never brought up divorce before.

“What, do you have someone you like?” He toyed with the divorce agreement in his hand, his voice was mocking and sarcastic.

Unexpectedly, she admitted it, laughing, “Yes.”

“Don’t mind that you’ve been married?” He asked again.

“He knows.”

“Hmm.”

He wanted to ask more, but didn’t know where to start.

After three years, they spent more time apart than together, he didn’t have the time to get to know her.

She really found someone she liked. She hid that man very well, he couldn’t find out no matter how much he investigated.

Since she found someone she liked, it’s time to set her free.

Under Isabelle Richardson’s expectant gaze, Michael Gallagher slowly nodded.

After her grandmother’s funeral, Molly began to process the divorce.

However, Michael Gallagher seemed to have disappeared, he wasn’t at the villa, his phone was unreachable, and people at the company said he had gone on a business trip and would be back in a week.

That week was the hardest week for Molly.

The news media were broadcasting that Michael Gallagher and Isabelle Richardson were traveling abroad.

In the photos, Isabelle Richardson’s pretty face was filled with a happy smile. The man next to her was wearing sunglasses, his posture was upright, he exuded an extraordinary aura, they looked like a pair of lovers who were deeply in love.

She tried to persuade herself, they were getting a divorce, she didn’t have to care.

But when she thought of him being intimate with the person who killed her grandmother, she couldn’t sit still.

Until Michael Gallagher returned, the moment she got his trace, she took the divorce agreement and left.

She and Michael Gallagher have always been married in secret, everyone thought Michael Gallagher was still single.

Isabelle Richardson exploited this gap and showed off her love with Michael Gallagher, then she would personally tear off this mask.

The Maze Bar, rumored to be the favorite place for rich heirs to do business.

Seductive women skillfully twisting their waists on the dance floor, men drinking wildly, it was like another world, bizarre and fascinating, everyone was indulging and obsessed.

Enduring her discomfort, she walked through the noise toward the private room where Michael Gallagher was.

Inside the private room, the music was unending, and bottles of wine were scattered all over the floor.

A few men sat on the sofa, each holding a woman, all of them blossoming like flowers.

Michael Gallagher rested casually on the leather sofa, his legs crossed, his eyes cold and commanding.

Unlike the other men, the only person by his side was Isabelle Richardson.

“Mr. Gallagher, isn’t it boring to have just one woman by your side? Why not call over a few more princesses?”

The man responded with a mischievous smile on his handsome face, his lips curled upward in a naturally rebellious way.

Michael Gallagher’s gaze dropped, not picking up the conversation.

He was here today to talk business with Joshua Thompson, having no interest in these games with women.

“Joshua Thompson, I’m still here.” Isabelle chimed in coyly, “You dare introduce women to Michael in front of me, wouldn’t it be worse when I’m not around?”

She’d been sticking to Michael these few days, even secretly spreading the news of their togetherness in the media, just to tell everyone:

She, Isabelle, was back.

Joshua Thompson whistled casually, “Women are like clothes, what’s the point of wearing the same one every day? Besides, you and Michael aren’t married yet, stop acting like Mrs. Gallagher.”

He has always been at odds with Isabelle, not mincing his words.

Isabelle, the daughter of the Richardson family, wasn’t accustomed to this kind of treatment.

She blinked her innocent eyes, puffing in anger, “I remember your sister went missing and hasn’t been found yet. Aren’t you afraid that she will end up being played by men like these women?”

With a ‘bang’, Joshua Thompson smashed his wine bottle in front of her, shards of glass scattering across the floor.

The entire private room fell silent.

The Thompson family was the richest family in Sunnydale City, influential in both legitimate and underground circles. There was a well-known secret about them.

Mrs. Thompson had four children, the first three were boys. They were overjoyed when a girl was finally born, but she was stolen on her hundredth day.

No one expected Isabelle to be bold enough to bring up this matter.

For a moment, the expressions on everyone’s face in the private room varied.

Just then, a commotion was heard outside the door.

“What’s the ruckus?” Joshua Thompson, already in a foul mood, got heated up with the noise.

The waiter said hesitantly, “There’s a woman outside insisting on seeing Mr. Gallagher.”

A woman?

Michael Gallagher squinted, a particular person flashing across his mind.

Extinguishing the cigarette in his hand, he replied languidly, “Let her in.”

Hearing the voice inside, Molly Walker gripped the divorce agreement and walked inside.

In the dim lit private room, scores of curious eyes turned towards her.

The enclosed space, filled with the smell of alcohol and perfume, made her nauseous.

She clenched her teeth against the discomfort and walked over.

Isabelle, nestled against Michael, looked surprised to see her.

Thinking of the news about them, any lingering affection Molly had evaporated.

Under the scrutiny of the crowd, she parted her lips slightly and said sweetly, “Husband, so this is where you are!”

Husband?

Mr. Gallagher is married?

Then… Isabelle is the No. 3?

The people present gasped, their eyes shifting towards Isabelle.

Isabelle’s face alternated between green and red.

Now everyone knew, she had interfered with Michael Gallagher’s marriage.

She gripped the corner of Michael’s shirt nervously, like it was her last hope.

Michael Gallagher looked at Molly with inscrutable eyes.

This scene made everyone feel on pins and needles.

Who dares to spectate Mr. Gallagher’s drama? Everyone tactfully made their exit from the private room.

Only Joshua Thompson remained, sitting motionless on the sofa, his gaze locked on Molly’s face, his eyes full of excitement.

“Mr. Thompson, aren’t you leaving?”

Someone gently tapped him.

Joshua Thompson was unmoved, his hand trembling where others couldn’t see.

Molly Walker noticed someone had been staring at her.

Under the man’s rebellious long eyebrows, his eyes were narrow and passionate, his face extremely perfect, yet the corners of his lips carried a mischievous smile, arrogant and flamboyant.

The curiosity and excitement in his eyes made her feel uneasy.

There were very few people left in the room, and he sat still with no intention of leaving.

Molly didn’t wait any longer and handed the agreement to Michael Gallagher.

“I don’t want anything, just sign the original agreement.”

For the three years of their marriage, he might have disliked her, but he had never cheated on her.

These days, seeing him and Isabelle Richardson openly appearing together in various occasions, she decided to put the divorce on the agenda.

Michael Gallagher glanced at the agreement, sneered, “Is that man so important?”

Important enough to force him to let her go in front of so many people?

Molly Walker bit her lip slightly, knowing he had misunderstood.

But how did it matter if he misunderstood? They would come to an end eventually.

Seeing her silent, Michael Gallagher felt increasingly frustrated.

He wanted to ask who the man was, but he thought it was inappropriate at this moment.

The atmosphere was getting more depressing and suffocating.

He annoyed, he loosened his tie and hoarsely uttered a word:

“Pen.”

Seeing her standing still, he slowly raised his head: “Aren’t you going to let me sign?”

Molly Walker uttered an “Oh,” hastily took out a pen from her bag, and hesitated for a moment when handing it to him.

Michael Gallagher didn’t raise his head, took the pen and signed flamboyantly, and handed it back to her.

With a heavy agreement in her hand, Molly Walker forcibly suppressed the discomfort in her heart.

Even though the goal had been reached, her heart was still empty.

“Now that the agreement is signed, shall we go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get the divorce certificate next?” Isabelle Richardson suddenly reminded.

Molly Walker looked at Isabelle Richardson and saw her big innocent eyes. She thought of the missing caregiver.

On the day she questioned Isabelle Richardson, the caregiver resigned and disappeared, and her grandmother’s death became a mystery.

Seeing Molly staring at her fiercely, Isabelle Richardson anxiously stepped back a few steps.

Michael Gallagher saw Molly’s hateful appearance and knew she remembered her grandmother again.

“Molly, how many more times do I have to say that Isabelle didn’t harm your grandmother?”

She didn’t harm her grandmother.

He was determined to defend Isabelle.

She looked at him desolately, her voice hoarse, “Michael Gallagher, you know my grandmother is my only relative…”

She had been abandoned since childhood and would have frozen to death on the streets if not for her grandmother.

Her grandmother provided all her love and was the sole motivation for her to live.

Not only did she fail to fulfill her filial duties, she also let her grandmother die without knowing why…

She looked up, trying to keep her eyes wide so that the tears wouldn’t fall.

“I know,” Michael Gallagher pressed his lips, “I arranged for her to go to the hospital, she and your grandmother had no grievances and there was no reason to harm her.”

Molly Walker laughed lightly, but the smile didn’t reach her eyes.

“I don’t know if she had a reason, but the caregiver said she argued with my grandmother that day.”

If she really cared for her grandmother, why would she argue?

Her grandmother had a good temper, and in all those years living with the neighbors, there had never been any conflicts. If she could even argue with Isabelle Richardson while sick, Isabelle Richardson must have said something.

Thinking that her grandmother was infuriated to death, her hatred for Isabelle Richardson was endless.

Isabelle Richardson was the only one who saw her grandmother that day; there must be a reason for her brain hemorrhage.

“Since you believe in her so much, let’s meet in court. I will find evidence.”

She glanced at Isabelle Richardson.

Not wanting to stay here any longer, she quickly turned and left. Perhaps she was too tired these days. When she reached the door, her vision blurred, and a hand supported her just as she was about to fall.

Molly Walker steadied herself and gratefully looked up. It was the man who had been staring at her just now.

“Thank you.”

Upon a closer look at her, Joshua Thompson became even more certain of his suspicion.

From the moment he saw her, he was amazed beyond words.

The person in front of him was so similar to his aunt.

They said that her lost sister looked just like their aunt.

This person could be his sister.

As his arm was gripped tighter and tighter, Molly Walker frowned and quietly broke free before turning away.

“Hey, wait!”

Joshua Thompson wanted to chase after her, but Isabelle Richardson stopped him.

“Mr. Thompson, are you interested in her?” Isabelle Richardson batted her big eyes and teased, “Her family is poor, I am afraid she can’t even enter your Thompson’s door.”

Everyone knew that Daniel Thompson’s requirement for his future daughters-in-law was clear: education and family background. Nothing less would do.

No one thought their demands were too high, because the Thompson family had the capital to be picky.

“Poor family?” Joshua Thompson raised his eyebrows thoughtfully.

If this person was really his sister, she must have had a hard time these years.

Michael Gallagher kept their marriage a secret even from him, which showed that the Gallagher family didn’t care about this Mrs. Gallagher from the start.

“Yes, she was picked up by her grandmother, she doesn’t even know who her parents are.”

This sentence made Joshua Thompson look strange.

Isabelle Richardson continued to add fuel to the fire, “Your family would never allow such a woman to enter, right?”

Between the lines, there was mockery of Molly Walker’s identity.

Seeing Michael Gallagher approaching them and thinking of Molly’s angry departure, Joshua Thompson couldn’t help but feel indignant for Molly.

If his own sister were lost and adopted by others, would she be ridiculed like this too?

He leaned casually against the door, glanced at Isabelle Richardson and said, “If she can enter the Gallagher’s door, why wouldn’t she be able to enter the Thompson’s door?”

Isabelle Richardson looked embarrassed and glanced at Michael Gallagher.

Michael Gallagher came over.

“You have been watching the play for so long, what’s the hurry? Why not sit down and have a cup of tea before leaving?”

Joshua Thompson somewhat regretted the encounter with Michael Gallagher; he just wanted to check Molly’s information right away.

Hearing how similar she was to his aunt, and that she happened to be adopted, he thought that maybe this was not a coincidence.

“Michael Gallagher, I have urgent business. We can talk next time.”

Without even looking at Michael Gallagher’s expression, he tried to leave quickly, but Michael Gallagher stopped him in his tracks.

Michael Gallagher looked deep.

From the moment Molly entered, Joshua Thompson’s eyes had never left her.

Although Joshua Thompson was aggressive, he knew when to back off, there was no reason not to stay for the show.

Molly wanted the divorce because she had found the love of her life.

Could it be Joshua Thompson?

Michael Gallagher’s face gradually turned cold.

“What is Mr. Thompson’s relationship with my wife?”