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

Chapter 357: Chapter 356 His Rage

She stood him up just to give Jeremy Norman a blood transfusion?

Was Jeremy Norman so important that she, a pregnant woman, had to take such a risk?

Michael Gallagher clenched his lips tightly, his heart feeling as though it were cut open by a knife, causing unbearable pain with each breath he took.

He lowered his eyelashes, masking the humiliation in his eyes, and asked hoarsely, “How is she doing now?”

“Unclear at the moment, but she should be out of danger.”

If she were in danger, she should have been taken to the emergency room by now.

Nobody expected that Ivy Thompson, who was pregnant, would dare to give another man a blood transfusion. It took quite a while for the housekeeper to accept this surprising news.

Everyone knew that Ivy had been rumored to be involved with Jeremy Norman. The thought of her risking her life to give blood to another man was…

Although the housekeeper couldn’t see his young master’s expression, he visualized the image of a cuckolded man in his mind.

She provided blood to another man, clearly not taking Mr. Gallagher seriously.

Pity that his young master had always been so devoted to her!

Michael hung up the phone and drove to Capital City Third People’s Hospital.

At this moment, his phone rang again.

Michael’s heart trembled.

If Molly Walker called to explain, would he forgive her?

Before he could think of an answer, he eagerly answered the call.

A strange woman’s voice came from the other side.

“Mr. Gallagher, the proposal you arranged is ready. Shall we postpone the time?”

Michael felt as if his eyelids weighed a ton, his fingers tightly gripping the steering wheel, as if he wanted to crush it.

The time he had prepared the marriage proposal was 13:14:52, and now it was already 13:15.

The best moment had passed.

However, Molly was at the hospital, giving blood to another man.

Presumably, her blood was now flowing through Jeremy Norman’s body.

How ridiculous, she had told him to wait at the Leaford’s house, and he had really waited there.

When he asked where she was, she had just casually said she was busy with something.

And now, she didn’t even bother to call to explain.

Anger and sadness churned within his heart.

Michael gripped the steering wheel tighter, his voice hoarse and barely audible, “No need to postpone.”

His Adam’s apple moved up and down, his throat feeling uncomfortably swollen and filled with a bitter sweetness.

“Cancel it.”

After uttering those words, he felt as if his strength had been drained.

He didn’t know how long he had been driving, but it felt like an eternity. By the time he arrived at the hospital, the sun was almost setting.

His cell phone was turned up to its loudest volume, fearing he might miss her call.

But by the time it was four o’clock, the phone still hadn’t rang.

After parking the car, Michael anxiously checked his phone one last time before switching it off.

He left the cell phone in the car and hurried towards the elevator.

Inside the hospital, Molly on the hospital bed finally began to wake up.

She hadn’t expected to feel so weak that she’d fall asleep right after the blood extraction. By the time she woke up, it was already four o’clock.

“Is Jeremy alright now?”

“Yeah, after getting so much blood from you, he wouldn’t dare not be.” Harry Lambert said with a scowl.

Just after Molly had finished giving blood, Jeremy had nearly been taken to the emergency room again. Fortunately, the blood transfusion was timely. Sebastian Norman even thought about asking the doctor for more blood, but Jeremy stubbornly resisted with his willpower and stopped his parents from insisting.

“I’m much better now, there’s no need to take more…”

He gritted his teeth and removed the needle from his hand, scaring Sebastian into not mentioning blood transfusions again.

After learning that his life was no longer in danger, Jeremy refused to take any more blood and had the doctor transfuse the remaining blood back into Molly.

“Can you stop torturing her, please?” Harry rolled his eyes at Jeremy’s insistence.

Giving the blood back wasn’t as simple as borrowing and returning money.

“If you really care, get better soon and save more blood for her in the future.”

Molly had a rare blood type, and she would likely need more blood when giving birth to their baby.

Jeremy’s eyes lit up, and he finally stopped resisting the blood transfusion, surviving the critical period by sheer willpower.

In just a few short hours, Jeremy found purpose and energy, becoming more lively and motivated.

“He’s doing better now and said he wants to save some blood for you in case you need it during childbirth.”

Hearing this, Molly was slightly startled, and suddenly remembered something. She urgently asked Harry, “Right, where’s my cell phone?! Did anyone call me?”

She thought about the appointment she had made with Michael.

Could Michael Gallagher be… still waiting for her at the Leaford residence?

Harry Lambert handed her the cell phone.

“I turned on silent mode so it wouldn’t disturb your rest.”

Molly Walker’s heart sank when she saw dozens of missed calls on her phone.

“It’s over, I didn’t answer Michael’s calls.”

Among the dozens of missed calls were some from her uncle.

Molly closed her eyes, feeling a chill throughout her body.

Michael must be furious; otherwise, her uncle wouldn’t have called her repeatedly.

She tried to return the calls but found that the phones had been turned off.

Thinking of Michael waiting for her at the Leaford residence, Molly’s scalp tingled with horror.

Seeing her preoccupied, Harry calmly peeled an apple for her.

“It’s just a bit late, just explain it to him when you get back. It’s a good test of his patience. Men should be more magnanimous.”

Harry handed her the peeled apple and said cheerfully, “Here, eat an apple and replenish your iron.”

As the nurses walked by, they occasionally cast envious glances at Molly.

Although the man wore sunglasses, his visible features and attire could tell that he was definitely a handsome man.

They would be willing to fall sick if they had such an attractive man to take care of them.

The nurses secretly observed Harry, their faces turning shyly red.

Under the backlight, the man leaned sideways to place the apple in the woman’s hand, a warm and content sight.

Michael Gallagher stood at the door, witnessing the scene.

Molly didn’t answer his calls because she was playing lovey-dovey with someone else.

While she was donating blood to save Jeremy Norman, she was enjoying the preferential treatment of another man peeling apples for her, completely forgetting her promise with Michael.

Michael stood at the door, the light in his eyes gradually dimming.

At that moment, a nurse pushing a cart outside noticed him and loudly said, “Excuse me, sir, please make way.”

Molly’s gaze lifted, and she saw the man standing outside the door.

The man was tall and stood by the door, blocking the light and surrounded by a faint golden halo.

Molly stared at him, dumbfounded.

Recalling something, she hurriedly put down the apple in her hand and tried to get up, but Harry held her down.

“Don’t move, lie down and rest properly.”

Harry had noticed Michael, too.

As a man himself, he had long sensed the resistance from Michael.

He stood up and walked towards Michael. As they brushed past each other, Harry glanced at Michael but ultimately left the hospital room without saying a word, giving them enough time and space.

Molly nervously looked at Michael, her heart filled with fear and panic.

“I didn’t get your call…” Her explanation trailed off as Michael walked towards her.

He stood coldly, looking down at her.

“Why did you supply blood to Jeremy Norman?” He asked, the cold tone in his voice sounded like it had been wrung out from an ice cellar.

“We have the same blood type, and the situation was critical at that time. If I didn’t donate blood, he would’ve…”

“What about the baby?” Michael interrupted, “Have you ever considered the baby?”

“You are a pregnant woman, not iron.”

With her mouth slightly open and eyes lowered, Molly quietly explained, “I couldn’t just stand and watch someone die in front of me, and the Down Syndrome Screening had high risk, maybe the baby…”

She couldn’t bring herself to say the words “might not survive.”

The atmosphere grew awkward. Michael let out a cold, sarcastic laugh, grabbed Molly’s hand, and growled, “Your Down Syndrome Screening only showed high risk, not a confirmed diagnosis. Are you really that eager to harm the baby?”

Seeing his reaction, Molly’s eyes started to water.

A few months ago, she wouldn’t have dared to imagine him caring so much. But now, it seemed that not only did he care, but he cared deeply.

Molly touched her belly, her nose growing sour.

Donating blood to Jeremy was merely repaying a favor, and she tried her best not to care about the little life inside her because not caring meant not being disappointed.

But Michael cared more than she did.

Before she could say anything else, Michael stopped listening and walked away in long strides.

Michael’s lips tightened, and his eyes were filled with turbulence.

He didn’t ask her why she didn’t answer his calls or whether she remembered his birthday.

Before the Down Syndrome Screening result came out, she had already sentenced their unborn child to death.

The explosive disappointment in his chest and the taste of blood in his mouth would ultimately become his cross to bear alone.

In the end, Jeremy Norman was more important than the little life inside Molly.