人人通空间下载

Chapter 180: It’s mine.

“The Gallagher family is no easy match either. Even if she willingly follows you now, if Michael Gallagher wants to claim the child later, it will all be in vain.”

Jeremy knew that he could not persuade her for the time being and did not argue with her: “Fine, Mom, whatever you say. But today is the first time you meet her, so don’t say anything too harsh… Don’t make it difficult for your son.”

“As long as you don’t marry her, I will save face for you.” Jeremy’s mother softened her tone.

Michael Gallagher overheard it all from not far away.

Even Jeremy knew who the child’s father was.

Only he had been kept in the dark all along.

How interesting.

In the hotel lounge, Molly Walker was lying on the sofa, playing with her cell phone out of boredom.

As her pregnancy advanced, she became increasingly tired, so she simply stayed in the lounge to rest.

At today’s banquet, the Norman family was the host, and Jeremy had arranged everything. She didn’t even have to make an appearance.

The slightly open door was pushed open, and Gillian Thompson entered in a wheelchair.

The entire Thompson family was present today, including Gillian.

Unfortunately, Daniel Thompson’s mind was hazy, and keeping such a person around would spell trouble.

“I really envy you, it’s your show again today.” Gillian maneuvered her wheelchair over and sneered when Molly didn’t even look at her, “You’re obviously pregnant with Michael Gallagher’s child, yet you’re still entangled with Jeremy Norman. Are you really planning to make Jeremy happy as a father?”

Molly’s hand holding the cell phone paused, and she glanced at her coldly: “Don’t worry, Jeremy and I are just friends. Besides, even if he and I were enemies, you wouldn’t stand a chance with him either.”

Gillian trembled all over, clenching her fists.

If she were Gillian from two months ago, she might have had a chance with Jeremy because she was Daniel Thompson’s only daughter.

But now, she had become the most devalued among them. Not to mention the Norman family’s rejection, the entire circle of socialites and wealthy people didn’t recognize her.

She was abandoned by everyone!

A surge of hatred welled up in her.

Gillian’s lips curved into a cold smile and she said mockingly: “It’s none of your business whether or not I have a chance with him. But you and Michael

Gallagher have quite the possibility, after all, the child in your belly is his.” Molly frowned.

Gillian reveled in her malice: “Michael Gallagher doesn’t know that you’re pregnant with his child. I kindly informed him.”

The atmosphere turned dead silent.

Molly’s heart sank, and a lump of anger caught in her throat: “The child is not his. ”

“Stop struggling.” Gillian sneered: “Your second brother has already told me, the child is indeed Michael Gallagher’s!”

“Michael Gallagher is naturally suspicious; that’s why he believed your words.

Or do you think you can deceive him?”

“I wouldn’t want my nephew to grow up without a father.”

Gillian’s voice was full of smugness, each word stabbing through Molly’s defenses like an ice pick.

Molly calmly sat up straight and said gently: “Thank you, then.”

There is no secret that remains hidden forever; Michael Gallagher would find out sooner or later.

But she deliberately spoke so harshly last time, that even if Michael Gallagher found out, he probably wouldn’t acknowledge the child.

Seeing Molly’s calm demeanor, Gillian felt as if she had punched cotton, soft and unable to exert force.

A frustration lodged in her chest, unable to rise or fall.

She raised her chin, glared at Molly, and then maneuvered her wheelchair out. Upon reaching the door, she stumbled upon someone.

The person was dressed in a dark blue suit, tall and elegant, with a refined temperament and deep eyes that were hard to discern, making one feel as if they were being sucked in after just one glance.

“Mr. Gallagher,” Gillian exclaimed in surprise. Michael Gallagher walked up to her, his tone cold: “Is she inside?”

Gillian nodded hurriedly: “Yes, she’s inside.”

Now it’s gonna be quite a show.

If it weren’t for the fear that Michael Gallagher would find out she eavesdropped, Gillian Thompson would hate not to listen on the spot. She really wants to know if Molly Walker would agree to remarry.

As long as Molly Walker and Michael Gallagher remarry, she and Jeremy Norman might have a chance.

Gillian Thompson steadied herself and pushed her wheelchair towards the exit. She hadn’t taken a few steps when Jeremy Norman hurriedly came in front of her.

“Jeremy Norman!” Gillian Thompson cried out in surprise.

Upon seeing her, Jeremy stopped, and just as he was about to bypass her, she grabbed hold of him. “My sister is talking to her husband!”

Jeremy was taken aback.

“To them, both you and I are outsiders.” Gillian gritted her teeth and braced herself to persuade, “Give them some time.”

Jeremy coldly removed her hand, his usually gentle face revealing a hint of chilliness: “You’re an outsider, I’m not.”

Gillian Thompson opened her mouth, feeling a chill all over her body, and could only watch helplessly as Jeremy headed towards Molly and the others.

In the room, Molly’s eyes occasionally glanced out the window, with the endless stream of cars and people rushing by, just like her restless state of mind.

Suddenly, a black figure stood in front of her.

Upon seeing the visitor, Molly’s heart clenched fiercely.

He looked deeply into her eyes, gazing at her as if to see the bottom of her heart.

Molly gently bit her lower lip, not speaking for a while.

The air was quiet, and the tense atmosphere slowly flowed around them.

The atmosphere was oppressively terrifying, Molly’s breath hitched, and she took a deep breath: “Mr. Gallagher, is something wrong?”

Mr. Gallagher…

He remembered that she used to call him Michael.

The same gentle words, but with a different appellation, completely changed his state of mind.

Thinking that Harry Lambert was listed as the father of the child in the hospital, a wave of anger surged from the bottom of his heart and exploded in an instant.

“Go back with me.” Michael Gallagher grabbed her hand and hoarsely said, “The baby is mine, and I won’t allow him to call anyone else ‘Father.”‘

His firm words carried an irresistible certainty.

Molly’s eyes widened, her wrist hurt from his grip, and she tried to pry open his fingers, but couldn’t move them at all.

Molly’s eyes reddened, and her nose instantly became sour.

He was the one who cheated during their marriage, and he was the one who had a life with someone else.

The baby was hers, so why did he feel entitled to take the baby?

“Go home? To which home? Your villa?” Her eyes teared up, as she choked up on her words, “That’s not my home!”

What kind of home is it if another woman had lived there?

Thinking of all the things he and Isabelle Richardson had experienced together made her heart ache like a knife cut.

Michael Gallagher didn’t care and simply dragged her outside.

Molly opened her mouth and fiercely bit down on his wrist.

Strong muscles filled her mouth, and as her teeth sunk deep, a bloody taste filled up.

Michael Gallagher frowned and simply picked her up in a horizontal embrace.

“If you don’t want to go home, go to the hospital.” His deep voice was soft, but gently persistent.

No matter where they went, he just didn’t want her to stay here.

Stay in a place where there are other men..