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

Chapter 581: Chapter 576 Who Hurt Her_1
 

Gillian Thompson, of all people, and yet Nicholas Thompson actually brought her back to the Villa.

It’s not just about staying in the basement, any stone tainted by the Thompson family she would consider filthy.

“Third successor, the second successor has gone out,” the servant reported at the door.

Joshua Thompson’s face collapsed in an instant, “I’ll go to the basement and drive the person out.”

“Wait!” Molly held him back, “Don’t spook them yet. Let’s see what’s going on and have someone keep an eye on them.”

Ethan Hopkins and Gillian Thompson’s sudden visit here was definitely not just for an overnight stay.

She had some doubts before, but now Molly was certain that Gillian Thompson and Ethan Hopkins had joined forces with Samuel Richardson to go against the Thompson family.

All the secrets of the Thompson family were well known to Gillian Thompson.

“She thinks she can whitewash herself by creating a false image of a split with Ethan Hopkins, too naive,” Joshua folded his arms across his chest, looking at his brother with an expressionless face, “I know how those secrets were leaked. Gillian Thompson had access to the family account, we just forgot to delete it. If she was heartless enough, she could access all our family secrets.”

No wonder as soon as there was a problem in the company, clients were being poached by Samuel Richardson.

Having obtained the cooperation contracts and various clauses, it was easy for Samuel Richardson to work with those people.

Gillian Thompson, the traitor!

Because of this incident, Daniel Thompson has been comatose and staying in the ICU waiting for a kidney donor, while Gillian Thompson has joined with those scumbags to mess with the company’s affairs.

“What do we do now?” Joshua’s face filled with malice, “We should have been tougher back then and sent her away earlier.”

If Gillian Thompson had been sent to prison earlier, there wouldn’t be so many problems.

It was all because they had been too soft-hearted.

Molly remained silent. Suddenly, her cell phone vibrated, and a message popped up: I’ve found Nicholas.

It was from Michael Gallagher.

At that moment, Michael Gallagher was standing on a mountaintop with Nicholas, beside them curled the mountain roads.

“It was right here.” Michael stood tall and firm, his deep eyes casually swept over the mountain road, “Catrina Rodgurez jumped from here.”

Thinking of the once-vibrant person now dead, Nicholas felt his heart shudder.

He didn’t have many aspirations in life; Catrina Rodgurez was one of his rare sources of warmth.

Yet the dream had just begun when it shattered.

“Thank you.” Nicholas spoke with difficulty, his voice hoarse, his eyes fiercely red.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

“Aren’t you curious why she would jump?” Michael was not about to let him off the hook, “Gillian Thompson pointed the finger at Molly, but she was with me that day. Molly did get a call from Catrina, but Catrina only managed to say ‘I’m sorry.'”

“If Catrina had a good relationship with Molly, perhaps she would have sent someone to check on her, but she had no obligation to.”

Michael’s words stabbed deep into Nicholas’s heart.

“I know…”

He knew that Catrina’s death was largely his fault.

He was one of the people responsible for Catrina’s death.

“Catrina… she jumped on her own,” Nicholas’s fists clenched uncontrollably, shaking.

“Yes,” Michael looked toward the distant lake where the sun made the water glisten beautifully.

This river was the mother river of Sunnydale City, with clear water quality and calm surface, but dangerous undercurrents beneath.

Catrina could swim and had even been a school swim champion.

“Catrina never thought jumping into the river would kill her.”

She thought she could save herself by jumping in, never expecting that leap would cost her her life.

Nicholas dared not contemplate what kind of situation had driven the usually calm Catrina to choose the river.

“Did you find out who it was?” Nicholas asked with a hoarse voice, desperately suppressing his emotions on the verge of collapse, “Michael, you were able to find these details, you must have found out who harmed Catrina, tell me, who hurt her!”

Michael’s lips curled into a scornful smile, “I did find out, but I don’t want to tell you. If you really care, you should investigate it yourself. The only reason I’m telling you this is so you won’t misunderstand Molly anymore and think she is Catrina’s murderer.”

After saying this, Michael turned and walked away.

Nicholas crouched down, his hands over his head, sobbing.

Michael paused in his steps but ultimately did not look back.

Nicholas had to take responsibility for what he had done, whether it concerned Catrina or Gillian. The days ahead were long, and he needed to be prepared for what was to come.

At the Ran Family Villa’s entrance, it was cold and desolate.

Michael, hands in his pockets, stood at the entrance, reached out, and pressed the doorbell.

Inside, Dion Rodgurez and his wife were arguing loudly.

“Don’t think that just because she forgave me, I would forgive her. Catrina must have been harmed by her, and if not her, then it must be one of her family members,” Christine Lumanta cried her heart out, “Before Catrina died, she only called her. She could have saved Catrina but did not, equivalent to murder…”

“If she is to face retribution, let it be upon me, why go after my Catrina.”

“It’s not her, she has an alibi,” Dion Rodgurez was agitated by Christine’s paranoia.

He knew his daughter’s death had dealt a great blow to his wife, but whether it was due to guilt, she always believed their daughter was killed by Molly.

If Molly really intended to harm Catrina, she wouldn’t have said those things.

Moreover, Molly, that girl, was clearly not that kind of person.

Watching Christine’s breakdown, Dion felt helpless and pained.

The doorbell “ding dong” rang, coinciding with the servant walking over to open the door.

“I’m looking for Mr. Ran,” Michael’s voice was magnetic.

“Who is it?” Dion asked, puzzled.

“It’s me, Michael Gallagher.” Michael stepped forward to meet Dion Rodgurez’s gaze, “Mr. Ran, I’ve come to tell you the truth about Catrina’s death.”

As Michael’s voice fell, there was a loud “bang” as the cup in Christine’s hand fell.

“The truth, what truth?” Christine quickly approached, staring intently at him, “What do you know, tell me everything, who harmed my Catrina?!”

The police were still investigating, but Christine was convinced her daughter had been murdered.

“Catrina… she jumped into the river herself.”

“No!” Christine screamed, “Impossible, Catrina would never commit suicide. She had so much to look forward to in her life, she wouldn’t do this.”

“Indeed, it wasn’t suicide,” Michael handed over a USB drive, “Even jumping into the river was forced of her. This is the dashcam footage of Catrina before the incident.”