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

Chapter 400: Chapter 397: Biological Father (Extra update for Xie Xiling)

Stephen Crane’s hand, holding the file, paused for a moment, his sharp eyes glanced at the cell phone and picked it up.

“Hello.”

“I’m the one from the presidential suite last time…” Phoebe Belmont was too shy to reveal her identity and didn’t dare to say it either.

She could only guess that those who could afford such suites were either rich or powerful, and must not be short of money. However, before she could figure out the other party’s background, she dared not reveal too much.

Her purpose for the call was to find out the other party’s identity.

If the other party was more powerful than Daniel Thompson, then she wouldn’t have to deal with Daniel — she could just be with this man instead.

Although she hadn’t met him in person, someone who could easily write a $150,000 check must have considerable resources.

Even if the other party was married, she didn’t mind having his baby outside of the marriage.

After all, whether she married Daniel Thompson or someone else, it didn’t matter.

If Daniel Thompson didn’t acknowledge the baby, she needed a backup plan.

“Oh, it’s Miss Belmont. What can I do for you?”

Phoebe’s heart raced as she clutched the phone, trembling.

He knew her name?!

Listened to the old voice on the phone and felt despair overwhelm her.

Could it be that this man was quite old? Surely he couldn’t be a decrepit old man?

“Excuse me, sir, could you please tell me your age?”

Phoebe plucked up her courage, her voice choked with emotion, as if she would burst into tears at any moment.

She could be someone’s mistress, and she could give birth to someone else’s child, but if the other party was too old, how could she face them?

She was still young, only in her thirties. How could she have a baby with an old man?

Stephen Crane didn’t hide it from her and softly replied, “I’m eighty years old this year.”

Eighty?!

He was a full twenty years older than Daniel Thompson — four or five decades older than her!

This man was even older than her father – no, older than her grandfather.

Could it be that she was carrying the child of a decrepit old man?

Phoebe Walker felt as if she’d been struck by lightning.

She was left dumbfounded as bitterness filled her nose, her tongue almost bitten through.

“Is there something wrong, Miss Belmont? Is there a problem?” Stephen Crane didn’t know what Phoebe worried about; his tone was tinged with confusion.

That day, he went to Sunnydale and spotted her pass out at the entrance of the bar. Feeling compassion, he had her taken to a hotel and even left a donation.

Of course, he had checked Phoebe Belmont’s identity and found out that it was an accident that day.

Phoebe opened her mouth, her eyes redder by the second.

She had originally planned to tell him about her pregnancy, but now she changed her mind.

Having a relationship with an eighty-year-old man was one thing, but raising his child was something she couldn’t accept, no matter how much money was involved.

Once she realized this, Phoebe quickly calmed down.

This baby had to be acknowledged by Daniel Thompson. Only then could she clear her previous humiliation.

Stephen Crane didn’t know her thoughts and assumed she felt sorry about what had happened that day.

He kindly said, “I’ve sent my address to your cell phone. You’re welcome to visit whenever you’re free. If you need any help, just let me know. Although I’ve just returned to Orientopia, my connections are still strong, and I’ll help you to the best of my abilities.”

Phoebe couldn’t pay attention anymore. The hoarse voice of the eighty-year-old man made her nauseous with every word.

She simply brushed him off and hung up the phone.

If she had previously held any hopes, now, her mind was completely focused on Daniel Thompson.

Daniel Thompson might be an old man as well, but there was a difference between a sixty-year-old and an eighty-year-old.

At least Daniel Thompson could still perform in bed; an eighty-year-old man… forget it!

She didn’t want to take care of a smelly old man.

Jenkins family’s estate.

Joshua Thompson parked the car at the entrance of the estate, a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth, squinting his eyes as he observed the prestigious building in Capital City.

The Jenkins family ranked among the top families in Capital City and had no shortage of business partnerships.

He never expected Michael Gallagher to end up being the Jenkins family’s illegitimate son.

After the Jenkins family’s security went to report his arrival, the security swiftly returned, apologizing, “I’m sorry, Mr. Thompson, the young master just left.”

“Just left?” Joshua Thompson sneered, both hands holding the cigarette, pinching it between his fingers.

With practiced ease and force, he snuffed out the cigarette as if it were someone’s neck.

“When will he return?” Joshua Thompson leaned casually against the car door, grinning with a mischievous air, “I’ll wait for him here.”

Having just left, was he hiding from him?

He wanted to see how long Michael Gallagher could avoid him!

…

In the hospital, Zoey Lambert brought food to Molly Walker’s hospital room.

Seeing Zoey Lambert absentmindedly picking at her food, Molly Walker softly asked, “Cousin, do you have something on your mind?”

Zoey Lambert’s ordeal with Jerry Jenkins was kept secret, even her uncle was unaware of it.

If her uncle knew about it, he might directly drag a knife to the Jenkins family to demand retribution.

Zoey Lambert looked at Molly Walker, hesitated, and remained silent.

Thinking of the message she received from the police, Zoey’s eyes turned red.

“The police said…there isn’t enough evidence. If something happened between us, they should have extracted DNA for evidence. But if there isn’t enough evidence, our chances of winning a lawsuit would be slim.”

When she heard the police’s words, Zoey’s tears streamed down her face.

Not enough evidence? What could be considered as evidence then?

She knew that the world wasn’t too fair to women. She had experienced such a thing; could she not send Jerry Jenkins to prison?

When Zoey finished speaking, Molly Walker’s eyes lost their gentle look, replaced by a dangerous glint.

It was likely that Mr. Jenkins had interfered.

The video itself was ironclad evidence. But if the old Mr. Jenkins had tampered with the video, it might have led to insufficient evidence.

“The police told me to find more witnesses, saying that you’re all my relatives, and there’s bias suspicion. They told me to find other witnesses,” Zoey Lambert fought back tears, her eyes brimming with them.

Other witnesses? Where would she find other witnesses?

She knew deep down that the matter might eventually be swept under the rug.

If there wasn’t enough evidence and Jerry Jenkins denied everything, the police couldn’t do anything about it.

“Don’t panic. As long as Jerry Jenkins did something, there’s bound to be a trace,” Molly Walker comforted Zoey Lambert. She was about to message Harry Lambert, asking him to find evidence when she heard a bodyguard stopping someone outside.

“Miss, you can’t come in without an appointment.”

After Amanda left, she kept the bodyguard here to let her daughter rest well, ordering the bodyguard not to let anyone in.

Molly Walker looked up to see a girl wrapped tightly in her clothing.

Grace Harrison stood shyly outside the door, constantly peeking inside.

Since the last time Molly Walker had supported her with the Thompson family and sent her to the hospital for examination, Grace didn’t have the chance to thank her.

Upon hearing that Molly Walker was in the hospital, Grace rushed over with fruits but didn’t expect to be stopped by the bodyguard outside.

“It’s Miss Harrison…” Molly Walker’s eyebrows twitched slightly as she smiled sweetly, “Let her in.”

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