What is their relationship?
Probably siblings, but is it necessary to tell an outsider about this?
Joshua Thompson crossed his arms and grinned, glancing at both him and Isabelle. "Didn't you already divorce your wife? Why are you still so concerned about her private life?"
"I always thought your girlfriend was Miss Richardson. I didn't expect there to be one outside and one inside the house. Mr. Gallagher, when it comes to romance, I have to admit you're quite impressive."
No wonder Molly had brought the divorce agreement to the bar. Any woman would struggle to tolerate a husband being unfaithful.
Michael Gallagher better hope Molly Walker wasn't his sister. Otherwise, the entire Thompson family would settle scores with him.
Joshua Thompson never directly answered Michael's question.
This time, Michael Gallagher didn't stop him.
Joshua Thompson, typically quick to help others and engage in direct confrontation, was clearly angry.
"Michael, I've never seen Joshua Thompson stand up for a woman like this before," Isabelle said, her voice a mix of nervousness and indignation.
How had Joshua ended up defending Molly Walker?
How had they become involved without any rumors circulating?
Michael Gallagher pursed his lips, a cold intensity brewing in his eyes.
The seeds of doubt had already been sown, just waiting to take root.
After leaving the bar, Molly Walker returned to the house where her grandma had lived before she passed away.
Her grandma's last wish was for her to find her family, insisting that even if her parents were unworthy, she could still look after siblings.
Throughout her life, her grandma had no children or relatives, placing all her hopes on Molly, whom she had raised with frugality and diligence, only to die without ever enjoying happiness.
"Grandma, I will avenge you."
Even if Isabelle were a towering tree, Molly would still find a way to topple it.
She searched all night but couldn't find the box her grandma had mentioned regarding her background.
Early the next day, Michael Gallagher's call came through.
"Where are you?"
"What's the matter?" Her voice was colder than ever.
"Come home. There's something I need to talk to you about."
"That's not my home." She glanced at the darkening sky, feeling her throat tighten. "Just tell me over the phone."
"When did you meet Joshua Thompson?" he asked directly. "Was our divorce for you to be with him?"
Joshua Thompson?
The name sounded familiar.
Molly suddenly realized that Joshua Thompson seemed to be the third son of the Thompson family.
She was unsure how Michael Gallagher had misinterpreted her relationship with Joshua, but since they had already signed the agreement, she didn't want to delve further into the matter.
"Michael Gallagher, we've already signed the divorce agreement. I hope you don't meddle in my affairs."
"Yes, we've signed the agreement, but we haven't divorced yet." Michael Gallagher's tone was extremely cold. "Didn't you say Isabelle harmed your grandma? I've called the caregiver."
The caregiver went to the Gallagher house?!
Molly trembled with the phone in her hand.
She hadn't been able to contact the caregiver since that day, but she never expected Michael Gallagher would find her.
"Okay, I'll be right there."
She just wanted the truth?
Then he would give her the truth.
When Molly arrived at the Gallagher house, she didn't see the caregiver but found Isabelle enjoying breakfast at the table.
Isabelle was eating gracefully while Aunt Lewis busied herself serving her. To anyone unaware, it would seem that Isabelle was the lady of the house.
Molly's gaze fell on the spot where Isabelle sat, which used to be her usual place. The window-side seat had excellent ventilation and light, offering a beautiful view of the lake, but now it was occupied by another woman.
"Ma'am..." Aunt Lewis looked a bit embarrassed upon seeing her.
"Oh, you're here?" Isabelle smiled innocently. "I've prepared breakfast for you. You don't mind, do you?"
Only then did Molly notice that the table was filled with light dishes, clearly made especially for Isabelle.
Going along with what benefits oneself had always been a human instinct, especially for someone like Aunt Lewis, who earned her wages from the Gallagher family.
Molly Walker's smile didn't reach her eyes. "After all, you Miss Richardson is a guest, and it's Aunt Lewis's job to serve guests."
The word "guest" was both mocking and a pointed reminder.
But Isabelle Richardson didn't seem to care. She smiled and said, "I may be a guest now, but soon I'll be the lady of the house."
"That depends on whether I'm willing to divorce him. If I'm not, you'll never be the lady of this house," Molly replied, suddenly realizing this could be a good strategy.
If she eagerly agreed to a divorce, it would only make things easier for this shameless couple.
If her grandma hadn't been harmed, Molly might have let it go, but since Isabelle Richardson played a role in her grandma's death, not getting a divorce could actually serve as a way to take revenge.
Sure enough, as soon as those words left her lips, Isabelle Richardson's expression changed. "What are you trying to do?"
"I just think it would be nice if you stayed as Mistress forever."
If she was stuck as Mistress, all Isabelle's efforts would be in vain.
Isabelle couldn't allow that to happen.
"Molly Walker, if it weren't for Michael, you wouldn't even have the right to talk to me," she fumed, recalling Michael Gallagher's warning.
He had told her that he and Molly had been married for a few years after all, and she had made her efforts, so Isabelle shouldn't overstep her bounds.
But if pushed to the limit, Isabelle could retaliate in much worse ways.
"You're really pathetic. Michael doesn't even love you anymore, and you still cling to him."
Isabelle's words struck like a sharp sword, piercing her heart.
Molly Walker just smiled without saying anything.
Where was the love? From beginning to the end, Michael Gallagher never loved her.
"Miss Richardson, it is you who's most shameless for meddling in others' marriage."
"You're talking nonsense!" Furious, Isabelle Richardson rushes forward, trying to grab Molly Walker's face but missed as Molly quickly dodged away.
Unable to stop herself, Isabelle Richardson stumbled forward.
There was a fish tank up ahead.
With a loud bang, shards of glass scattered across the floor.
Time seemed to freeze.
A heart-wrenching scream echoed through the villa.
Isabelle Richardson stared in shock at her hand, now cut open with a gaping wound and blood gushing out.
"My hand! My hand!" Isabelle was stunned.
As a jewelry designer, her hands were essential to her work—the Richardson family even insured them. Now, a terrifying gash stretched from the back of her hand to her palm, leaving her horrified.
"Molly Walker, I'm going to kill you!" Isabelle's fury was so intense that she hardly registered the pain. All she wanted was for Molly to feel the same agony.
She snatched a long shard of glass and charged at Molly, determined to slash her face.
At that moment, a dark figure stood in front of Molly Walker, reaching out a hand to catch the shard of glass.
Blood flowed down the shard.
"Michael!"
"Michael Gallagher!"
Molly froze.
Isabelle Richardson was left dumbstruck.
In a bitter coincidence, Michael Gallagher's hand bore the same kind of wound in the same location as hers.
"Michael, why are you protecting her?" Isabelle fell apart.
Michael Gallagher didn't respond but frowned at her bleeding hand and instructed the servant standing nearby, who didn't dare step forward, "Go call Doctor Leaford."
Doctor Leaford was the family doctor of the Gallagher family and lived right next to their house.
Molly quickly grabbed a first aid kit and disinfection tools for Michael, but Isabelle fiercely pushed her away.
"Get lost! It's all your fault. Now both Michael and I are hurt because of you."
Molly stood still, looking steadily at Michael Gallagher.
"I didn't do it on purpose."