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

Chapter 580: Chapter 575 Difficult to Guard Against a Thief Within the Family_1
 

Hearing this, Gillian Thompson’s face went pale, and her body shook like a sieve.

“I know, I know they don’t like me, but isn’t there a basement in the house? Can you just put me in the basement, please? I promise I won’t come out… Second brother, please, protect me, at least for the sake of your nephew, okay?” Tears streamed down Gillian Thompson’s face as if they cost her nothing, displaying her extreme fear.

Just as Nicholas Thompson hesitated, Gillian Thompson’s face suddenly turned crimson, and she clasped her chest and fainted.

“Gabriel!”

At the Thompson family’s mansion, there was a lively scene.

“I don’t agree!” Amanda Leaford looked at Gillian Thompson with a face full of disgust, “If she’s suffering, if she’s not living well, that’s her problem, we have no reason to take her in.”

After speaking, Amanda Leaford hugged Molly Walker and whispered, “Don’t worry, Mom won’t like your Dad, making you feel disgusted by having her in front of you.”

“Mom…” Supported by Nicholas Thompson, Gillian Thompson stumbled forward and dropped to her knees with a “thud,” “Mom, I know I’ve done a lot of wrong things in the past, but now I am being punished. Ethan Hopkins is a wolf in sheep’s clothing with bad character, and if I stay with him, I’ll die. Mom, please, for the sake…”

“Don’t call me Mom!” Amanda Leaford waved her hand and scolded sharply, “You’re not ashamed, but I feel disgusted. I will never let a woman who tried to kill my son live in my house. Nicholas, if you don’t get her out of here, I’m going to call the police!”

Nicholas Thompson looked down, about to say something, when Gillian Thompson steadied herself on his body and stood up straight.

“Fine, I’ll leave.”

Gillian Thompson, with one hand on the door frame and the other on her stomach, took small steps to move.

Everyone, including the Thompson family’s servants, watched with cold eyes and no hint of sympathy.

Even though these people had once taken care of Gillian Thompson, they knew that everything she experienced was of her own making.

Although she was only adopted, she persistently failed to recognize her place, even threatening her own brother with a sickle, leaving no room for sympathy from anyone.

Just as Gillian Thompson stepped out of the door, Molly Walker called out to her.

“Have you really broken it off with Ethan Hopkins?”

Molly Walker curved her lips in a smile that was neither here nor there.

Given Gillian Thompson’s infatuation with Ethan Hopkins, it shouldn’t have reached this point.

Gillian Thompson must have calculated this move.

Molly Walker didn’t spell it out, her arms crossed over her chest, with a clear, cold smile on her face.

Gillian Thompson stopped in her tracks, unable to help but glance at Molly Walker.

She was dressed in simple and comfortable home clothes, standing in the well-heated living room, exuding the leisurely and noble aura of an heiress.

Some qualities can’t be learned; Molly Walker naturally carried an air of nobility about her.

Envy quietly crept onto Gillian Thompson’s face.

It had to be said, Molly Walker had the looks and the right to be proud, unlike herself, who had to resort to medical aesthetics to be on par with the high standards of beauty of the Thompson family.

“Yes, I’ve broken it off with him, I plan to raise this baby by myself…” Gillian Thompson tenderly stroked her own belly, “But I might not be able to keep it, Ethan Hopkins has a tendency towards domestic abuse. My second brother had agreed to let me stay in the basement, but since you all disagree, I won’t insist.”

“If you want to stay, then stay,” Molly Walker said, silencing the room for a moment.

Gillian Thompson thought she had misheard, staring at her with wide eyes: “What did you say?”

“I said, if you want to stay, then stay. We wouldn’t want word to get out that our family can’t provide for a pregnant woman,” Molly Walker replied and then turned away.

Nicholas Thompson hadn’t expected Molly Walker to be the one to agree in the end, and his gaze on her retreating figure grew complex.

Gillian Thompson lowered her head, her fingers gripping the hem of her skirt tightly, masking her awkward emotions.

Molly Walker seemed to guess what she was about to do next.

If the Thompson family drove her out, she indeed planned to sleep rough on the streets and let the Thompson family take the blame, but Molly didn’t give her that chance.

Now, she could only live in the basement.

Thinking of the conditions in the basement, Gillian’s complexion turned somewhat pale.

At night, as Gillian Thompson was lying in bed, she suddenly felt a hand caressing and moving over her body.

Gillian Thompson was about to scream when a hand immediately covered her mouth, “It’s me.”

The familiar voice caused Gillian’s pupils to gradually return to normal, and her body slowly relaxed.

Ethan Hopkins removed his hand from covering her mouth and began to look around.

“How did you get here?” Gillian Thompson scolded in a low voice, “Are you crazy? This is the Thompson family’s estate, there’s surveillance everywhere. If we get discovered, we’re both done for.”

“What’s there to fear?” Ethan Hopkins coldly smiled, “It’s just surveillance, don’t forget, my family is in the surveillance business.”

Gillian was still very worried, “This is the Thompson family, better to be careful. If there’s anything, send me a message, there’s no need for you to come in person.”

“No way, I can’t trust anyone now.” Ethan Hopkins looked around, the more he saw, the more frightened he became, “The Thompson family’s basement is this large and luxurious; I can’t imagine how amazing it would be to have the whole mansion in our pockets.”

Although his own home was a villa, it was just a terraced house, not even a detached one.

But the Thompson family’s estate was not just a detached house; it was a whole mansion, and that kind of landlord-like grandeur was what he coveted.

He touched the famous paintings on the wall, his face full of awe and greed.

These paintings were all by world-famous artists, any one of them would be worth millions of dollars if sold.

The Thompson’s basement was more luxurious than his family’s living room; he dared not imagine how immense the entire wealth of the Thompson family was.

“Stop dreaming, we haven’t gotten anything yet, quickly tell me what you’re here for and then leave,” Gillian Thompson said, far more frightened than Ethan Hopkins, who was reluctant to leave.

She didn’t want to know how Ethan had gotten in; what she was more afraid of now was how difficult it might be for him to get out.

“No rush, Gabriel, I was afraid you wouldn’t get used to living in the basement, so I thought I’d come to keep you company,” Ethan Hopkins said, coughing lightly as he saw Gillian becoming more and more panicked, “Samuel Richardson asked me to follow you, and while I’m here, I can do a bit of work and take something useful.”

Upon hearing it was Samuel’s request, Gillian’s heart sank with a thud.

Samuel didn’t trust her.

Ethan didn’t know the situation with the Thompson family, but Samuel did, and this place, once you were in, it was very difficult to get out.

“Ethan, listen to me, you need to get out now, I suspect Samuel wants to deliberately harm you,” Gillian said, almost crying.

She didn’t know why, but she had a vague, unsettling premonition.

…

Molly Walker was leisurely drinking milk tea delivered by takeaway as she watched the situation unfold on video.

Not only was she in the surveillance room, but so were Damian Thompson and Joshua Thompson.

“Call Nicholas Thompson over here,” Joshua demanded, his handsome face distorted with anger, “It’s hard to guard against a thief within the family, I think we shouldn’t be guarding against Gillian, but against him.”

Despite knowing that Gillian was no good, Nicholas kept believing her time and again.

At this moment, Joshua felt like he could twist Nicholas right over and give him a beating.