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Facing Bailey’s reaction, Aunt Lewis was a bit surprised.

He was only five years old after all, but he seemed to be too precocious.

Many times, Bailey’s sensibility frightened her.

“Aunt Lewis, if you won’t go, I will.” Bailey broke free from her and began to walk in.

“Ah, young master!”

Aunt Lewis hurriedly chased after him…

In the Gallagher family’s villa, Michael Gallagher and Lana Lewis sat opposite each other.

“Why did you divorce without my consent?” Lana Lewis’s face was filled with anger, “l lost my memory, did you too?”

“At that time, I refused you because of her background. You told me you don’t care about background, only about character. Fine, I granted your wish. Now what? You cast her aside when you change your affection?”

Michael Gallagher pursed his lips and remained silent.

Lana Lewis sighed softly, “Just chase after her if you like her, what a nice girl.”

“l can’t catch up with her now.” Recalling the several men who had rushed over especially for her today, Michael Gallagher’s eyes gradually deepened.

“Why can’t you?” Lana Lewis was stunned, “She likes you, as long as you express your attitude, she will surely give you another chance.”

Michael Gallagher remembered the words he had said to her, “Come home with me.’

Perhaps she hadn’t heard it, or maybe she didn’t want to respond to him. She just thanked him briefly and then went into another room with Damian Thompson and the others.

She wouldn’t look back.

This realization made his eyes dim.

A mother knows her child best, and to some extent, Lana Lewis could guess Michael Gallagher’s thoughts.

Her son was emotionally slow in the first place. Back then, he chose Molly Walker as his wife because of the company. But now, he probably truly cares for her.

“You’re not young anymore, and you know the saying ‘regret when you miss it’. I can only accompany you for a limited time. I just hope that in my lifetime, 1 can hold a grandson and be content.”

Hearing this, Michael Gallagher couldn’t help but frown, “Don’t keep saying that kind of thing.”

Lana Lewis shook her head and smiled.

How could she bear to part with him? He was her only child, and she was his last relative.

Not long after Michael Gallagher was born, a fortune teller told her that this child would cause the death of his relatives. Although she would have no financial worries for her entire life, her kinship would be weak.

Of course, she didn’t believe it, until Noah Jenkins passed away and her husband left as well. She gradually began to believe the words of the fortune teller.

Although she blamed him. she only had this one child in the end.

Michael Gallagher lowered his eyelids, his eyelashes trembling slightly.

Perhaps he should give it a try.

Once he understood this, his tense heart suddenly relaxed.

“Mom, I’ll go out for a while.” He walked quickly to the elevator and pressed the button for the underground parking lot.

Seeing his fast pace, Lana Lewis chuckled, “This child.”

She knew that Michael Gallagher had figured it out.

He was finally going to face his feelings.

Hopefully, he could get his wish, and she could calmly face the future tribulations.

She had just risen when the security guard outside walked in, “Madam, there’s a child who insists on coming in, saying he wants to find his dad.”

“Looking for his dad?” Lana Lewis thought it was a lost child, barely lifting her eyelids, “Take him to the Public Security Bureau, his dad isn’t here.”

“Alright, Madam.”

Outside the door, Bailey stared at the security guard with bright eyes as he approached, “Security uncle, did you talk to my dad?”

The security guard shook his head. If it hadn’t been for the child’s cuteness, he wouldn’t have gone in to report at all.

“Little friend, your dad isn’t here. If you want to find your dad, you need to go to the Public Security Bureau.”

Just as the security guard was about to close the door, Bailey gritted his teeth and slipped in through the gap while the guard was not paying attention.

“Hey, hey! Stop!” The security guard stomped his foot in anger and hurriedly chased after him.

Inside the house, Lana Lewis was also preparing to rest. As she was about to go upstairs, something suddenly clung to her leg.

“Grandmother!”

Grandma?

Lana Lewis quickly glanced at the little boy who was clinging to her leg.

“Grandma, I finally see you. I missed you so much.” Bailey Gallagher looked up, his eyes curved into crescent moons, and his little mouth opened wide in a smile, revealing his neat and tidy teeth.

Seeing this familiar face, Lana was dumbfounded, as if struck by lightning,

“What did you just call me?”

“Grandma, my mom said you’re my grandma.”

Hearing these words, Lana’s voice trembled, “What’s your name? Who’s your mom?”

“My name is Bailey Gallagher, and my mom is Isabelle Richardson.” Bailey thought for a moment and added, “My dad is Michael Gallagher.”

One early morning, Molly Walker was awakened by the sun. The moment she opened her eyes, she stared at the luxurious and unfamiliar decoration for a few seconds.

There were large floor-to-ceiling windows, clean and bright. The room’s décor leaned more towards a young girl’s style, with a blue and pink color scheme, and the walls were adorned with famous paintings that could only be found in auction houses.

It was then she realized she was now living in the Thompson family home.

A phone on the bedside table rang, and she answered it. Damian Thompson’s voice was gentle and soothing, “Awake yet? Look outside.”

Molly opened the curtains and saw a familiar figure standing far away, also looking towards her.

“What’s going on?”

“He’s been waiting outside all night,” Damian said meaningfully. “Won’t you go see him?”

Molly fell silent.

Damian continued, “After all, he’s the father of your child. You should ask for his opinion.”

Her eyes widened, and her pupils contracted, “How did you know?”

“Your reaction the last time was very obvious. After you were hospitalized, I asked the doctor and got confirmation. But since you haven’t mentioned it to anyone, I asked the doctor to keep it a secret too.”

“No wonder the doctor said it was just hypoglycemia when I fainted. Thank you for covering it up for me.”

Molly looked at the man outside the window, who seemed to sense her gaze, as Michael Gallagher looked towards her window. She instinctively took a step back, quickly regaining her composure.

They’re already divorced, and now the initiative is in her hands.

Molly, what are you afraid of…

She took a deep breath and said to Damian on the phone, “Brother, ask him what he wants. If it’s something about me, just tell him I don’t want to see him.”

Even though he helped her yesterday, she was still afraid.

He likes Isabelle so much; there’s no way he could just stand by idly.

She’s afraid he would plead with her, even more afraid he would question her.

Better to avoid meeting him in the future,

She touched her stomach and whispered softly, “Baby, don’t blame Mom… Even without a dad, Mom can raise you.”

She believed that as long as she provided her child with a good education and the right guidance, he wouldn’t stray off the right path just because he lacked some love.

The way Molly called Damian “brother” made him feel extremely satisfied.

Damian hung up the phone and walked out with a light step.

It was the first time Molly had called him “brother” so formally, sounding both pleasing and warm.

He had to live up to this title.

Michael Gallagher leaned against his motorcycle, having just smoked a few puffs of a cigarette.

He waited all night and thought all night.

His mother and his best friend could see what was in his heart, but he himself couldn’t see it clearly.

Some things were very subtle; once he thought about it, he could find clues. For example, after getting the divorce certificate, he began to suffer from insomnia for many nights in a row.

“Michael Gallagher.”

A gentle voice brought him back to reality.

Michael’s hand with the cigarette paused slightly, and he involuntarily stood up straight. Under Damian’s gaze, his fingers moved slightly, revealing his nervousness through the movement of his lips.

“Mr. Thompson.” His dark eyes glanced at the window, “Is Molly…

“She’s Ivy Thompson now.”

Damian’s indifferent tone sounded like a heavy hammer, pounding mercilessly on Michael’s heart..