Chapter 119: Chapter 119: Why Are You Crying
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The assistant was furious and was about to follow, just in case, but decided to call her boss first: “Mr. Gallagher, I think I just saw Miss Walker being kidnapped.’
“I’m not sure if it’s her, but it happened on the bridge in front of the hospital.’
At the hospital, in the park, who else could it be other than Molly Walker, who resembles her?
Michael Gallagher said coldly, “Follow them.”
The assistant immediately replied, “Yes.”
Molly was awakened by a bucket of water thrown at her. In the cold day, ordinary water felt as icy as ice water, and she was instantly chilled awake.
She immediately looked at her belly.
Thankfully, the baby was fine.
Looking around, she saw that this was a run-down warehouse, where four or five people were scattered around. Other than the person who had thrown water to wake her up, the rest were sitting by the fire on the other side.
“Awake?” Barry Clooney squinted and lit a cigarette, “Don’t be afraid, we’re not interested in you. We’re just after your money.”
Hearing that they were only after her money, Molly let out a sigh of relief.
Although the incident with the Richardson family last time was not dangerous, she was still fearful, especially since she was not alone, she had a baby in her womb.
She hadn’t had a checkup yet due to her recent stomach ache, and if the fetus was unstable and subjected to external stimulation, it could easily lead to miscarriage.
Thinking about this, she became even calmer.
Even though there were four or five men here, and she was not their opponent, she knew that life wasn’t like a TV series. Faced with the difference in power, she chose to compromise first.
“The most valuable things I have are my two cell phones. Let me go, and I’ll transfer the thirty thousand dollars from my bank account to you.”
The thirty thousand dollars in her cell phone was the salary the Gallagher family had given her over the years, and most of her funds were with Harry Lambert.
Seeing her willing to cooperate without being too humble or arrogant, the men were somewhat surprised, even Barry was amazed.
“No wonder you’re from the Thompson family.” Such magnanimity made things easier for him, but who would dislike more money? Barry narrowed his eyes and said to his brothers, “Untie her.”
Seeing him relent, Molly also breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as she could reason with them.
At this moment, someone rushed in from outside.
“Brother, someone’s coming.”
Barry’s sinister gaze turned towards her, “Did you call someone?”
Molly was stunned, “I didn’t.”
Barry stopped the person untying her, “Wait.”
“It’s me.” Seeing the newcomer, Barry’s face finally looked a little better.
The newcomer was dressed in a black mink coat, wearing a mask, and wrapped up tightly.
She wore a printed scarf around her neck, and her hair was styled into waves, giving her a taste of the middle-aged women’s fashion circle.
“Why are you here?” Barry’s face was full of dissatisfaction.
“I was afraid you wouldn’t dare to do it, so I came myself. You guys did what I told you, now you can go.” Lily Turner waved her hand to hurry them.
Barry didn’t move, he still had the thirty thousand dollars from Molly on his mind.
Thirty thousand dollars, more than what Lily Turner had given them.
He hesitated a bit.
“Are you not leaving? Waiting for the police to come?” Lily Turner threatened them, “The police are already on their way, I can find a way to escape, but with so many of you, it’s not guaranteed.”
Hearing her mention the police, Barry finally showed fear.
Some money can be earned, but cannot be spent alive. This person was just recognized by the Thompson family, and they didn’t dare to offend them.
Barry left quickly with a few people through the back door.
Only Lily Turner and Molly were left in the room.
Lily looked at Molly, smiling strangely.
Molly looked at her warily, her intuition telling her that this woman was not a good person.
Without saying another word, Lily picked up a thick stick nearby and walked toward Molly.
Right now, all she had was resentment toward Molly.
When Gillian Thompson had smooth sailing, she was very filial to them, giving them money generously and even taking the time to visit them.
But now that Gillian had lost her leg and might lose her shares in the Thompson family, she began to blame herself.
Her and her husband’s years of enduring humiliation had all been destroyed by Ivy Thompson.
Since they had left, why did they come back?
She couldn’t hate Gillian, so she could only hate Ivy, the cause of all their troubles.
Watching her approach with a stick as thick as her arm, Molly frowned.
She didn’t recognize this person wearing a mask, but she could feel the obvious hostility emanating from her.
“Auntie, I have no grudge against you…”
Lily didn’t wait for her to finish her sentence, and swung the stick at her.
The pain in her shoulder immediately spread throughout her body, and before Molly Walker could react, a second blow came.
One hit after another, each heavier than the last.
Molly was in so much pain that her whole body felt like it was going to split apart. Facing the physical discipline, she could only curl up as much as possible, protecting her stomach.
She never expected that just after getting rid of Barry Clooney, another menopausal woman would come along.
Upon seeing that Molly was silent, noticeably protecting her stomach, Lily Turner stopped.
“Are you carrying a baby in your stomach?” Lily Turner asked with narrowed eyes.
Molly said nothing.
Lily Turner hesitated for a moment, eventually discarding the stick and picking up a wooden pole with fire on it.
She didn’t want to hurt an innocent child, nor did she want Ivy Thompson’s life, but there was a way to make her suffer terribly.
“You are so pampered in the Thompson family that even if you lose your beauty, they will spend money to cure you. In that case, suffer a little,” Lily Turner raised the burning pole and crazily approached her. Just then, the outermost iron door made a loud “bang.”
Lily Turner immediately stopped what she was doing.
The continuous knocking on the iron door scared Lily Turner, and she dropped the burning pole and began running towards the back door.
The flaming wooden pole fell onto the greasy foam lunchbox with a “plop.” The fire quickly ignited.
This was a warehouse, mostly filled with wood shavings and plastic. Due to the dry winter, the fire quickly spread.
The scorching flames overwhelmed her, and Molly gritted her teeth, attempting to stand up. Her body ached from the beating, so even moving just a bit was painful.
How melodramatic…
Molly bitterly smiled. Her previous life had been full of suffering, and she was probably destined to be buried here now.
She closed her eyes, curled up into a ball, and did her best to protect the baby in her stomach.
The smoke stung her eyes and made them water.
“Molly! ”
The familiar voice, she tried her best to open her eyes. Through the hazy smoke, she saw the person standing by the door.
Michael Gallagher.
She felt a burst of joy, but then quickly remembered that he was afraid of fire.
Through the fire, she saw Michael Gallagher and suddenly smiled.
What comes around, goes around. She never thought she would see her own day coming.
Seeing Molly surrounded by the fire, Michael was both shocked and furious. He took a few steps forward, but quickly felt a surge of heat and instinctively retreated a few steps.
Molly’s heart tightened upon seeing his actions.
She remembered how he had fainted the last time there was a fire in the Gallagher family house.
If he forced himself to come over, not only would he be unable to save her, but it would cost him his life as well.
“Don’t come!”
Seeing the face she had been thinking about day and night through the flames, Michael pressed his lips together, closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and ran towards her direction.
The hot flames quickly enveloped him, and he was consumed by fear and memories.
He reached out his hand towards her.
Seeing that hand reaching for her, Molly’s nose began to sting.
She struggled to move closer, but at that moment, Michael let out a roar of pain.
He grabbed the iron goods shelf next to them.
“Michael Gallagher, get out of here!” Her tears spun in her eyes but were quickly dried by the fire, leaving no traces behind. However, Michael continued to walk towards her.
This time, he finally grabbed her hand.
Seeing his hand full of scars, Molly broke down in tears.
“Michael Gallagher! ”
That cry made Michael come to his senses.
He held her tightly, shielding her face, and rushed outside.
Why…
Didn’t he dislike her? Why would he sacrifice his life to save her?
After what seemed like an eternity, the two finally made it out of the warehouse.
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Seeing the clear blue sky, Michael’s spirit suddenly loosened, and he gently put her down before collapsing.
“Michael Gallagher!” Molly quickly tried to hold him up.
Looking at Molly’s tear-streaked face, Michael laughed: “Why are you crying?
Molly shook her head through her tears: ‘Why?”
Why would he save me?
