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

Chapter 389: Chapter 388: You’re Back
He didn’t know who exactly Jerry had “harassed,” but considering Jerry’s character, it was likely a set-up by someone.

As long as the misunderstanding was cleared up, they could bail him out of jail.

Michael couldn’t wait to get Jerry out and hurried out anxiously.

At that moment, the bodyguard received a phone call and told Mr. Jenkins, “Sir, news from the hospital says Miss Thompson has been hospitalized.”

“Ivy Thompson?” Mr. Jenkins raised his eyebrows, and thinking of the baby in her belly, he lowered his voice, “Has something happened to the baby?”

“Yes, the baby couldn’t be saved.”

Mr. Jenkins’s heart suddenly clenched.

Although he didn’t have high hopes for the baby, it would still be his first great-grandchild, and he had imagined the child calling him “great-grandfather” once it was born.

But Ivy refused to let the child have the Jenkins surname, and in the end, Mr. Jenkins lost hope in the baby.

Since it wasn’t a child of the Jenkins family, he no longer valued it, but he never thought that the baby would be gone so soon.

While it had been just a thought, the loss of a descendant made Mr. Jenkins feel down for a moment.

“What happened?”

He remembered that Ivy valued this child more than her own life, and she hadn’t even considered abortion when the nuchal translucency screening result was problematic. How did the baby suddenly disappear?

As the bodyguard was about to explain, Michael walked in.

Mr. Jenkins gathered his spirits and went over, “Michael, you’re back?”

He originally thought that Michael would never return, but he unexpectedly stepped into the room again.

Mr. Jenkins didn’t bring up the unpleasant matters and went straight to the point, “Your brother has been framed and sent to jail. It affects our family’s reputation. If the other party wants money, we’ll give it. But we still need you to talk to the police. I remember you know the Chief. As long as you put in a good word, he can be bailed out.”

“After all, he’s your brother. Blood is thicker than water, and his trouble affects you too.”

Michael stood there, calmly staring at him.

Mr. Jenkins felt his heart leap and continued, “I know you’re still angry with me…”

As he thought about asking about Ivy losing the baby, he was afraid that Michael would turn his anger on him, so he changed the subject, “I’ve transferred 60% of the company shares to you. From now on, you’ll be the largest shareholder and Director of the Jenkins family.”

This was a decision he had made after careful consideration.

Now Michael had no sense of belonging to the Jenkins family because he wasn’t a shareholder yet.

As long as he became a shareholder, he’d feel a sense of responsibility.

Michael had been the same in the Gallagher family.

At times of crisis for the Gallagher family, he single-handedly propped up the Gallagher Group.

Mr. Jenkins didn’t have much time left. Only by putting all his eggs in one basket could he possibly keep this grandson.

Jerry was definitely not going to change his surname, but giving him the remaining 40% of the shares was fair enough.

After all, when he became a fool, he couldn’t get any of the Jenkins family shares. Now he could get 40%, which would ensure a good life for his descendants.

In fact, Mr. Jenkins had other considerations.

The company was the result of several generations’ hard work. It had been handed down from his grandfather’s generation, and he was nearing his end. He had to find a reliable successor.

Whether Jerry was reliable or not was still a mystery, but Michael was sure to manage the company well. The prerequisite was that he could take over the Jenkins family business.

“Actually, your brother is our eldest son. In principle, he should get the larger share. But I believe in your abilities. I’m not hiding from you that I only have a few months to live.” Mr. Jenkins sighed, “Don’t blame your grandfather. I’m doing all this because I’m dying and afraid there will be no one to inherit the family business.”

“Once I’m gone, you can marry whoever you want and take whatever surname you like. Just don’t let our company become someone else’s.” Mr. Jenkins spoke his heart out, his eyes lost, “I don’t have many requirements, I just hope you and your brother can love each other in the future. If he does anything foolish, I hope you can help him. With that, I’ll be at ease.”

Having said this, Mr. Jenkins didn’t hear a reply from his grandson and coughed awkwardly a few times.

He had said so much, yet his grandson seemed not to care much about it…

Michael looked up and said indifferently, “I’m the one who sent Jerry in, and he can’t get out for the time being.”

Mr. Jenkins’s eyes widened, and he suddenly coughed a few times.

“You… It was you who sent him in?” Mr. Jenkins turned pale with anger, his body trembling, “You’re his own brother! If you have any grievances, can’t you talk about it? What good does sending him to jail do for you?”

Mr. Jenkins never thought that his elder grandson would be sent to jail by his younger grandson.

“Are you the one who set him up?”

“There was no set-up. He couldn’t control himself and openly raped Zoey Lambert.” Michael didn’t hold back, “A rape charge. You’ve been in the military and studied law. You should know how many years he’ll be sentenced to.”

Mr. Jenkins’s body trembled as he leaned on his crutch, his legs weakening and nearly collapsing.

Zoey Lambert…

Jerry actually assaulted Zoey Lambert.

It’s not just about the Leaford family’s current strength, but also the background of Ivy Thompson’s organization, which would never allow Jerry to be easily released on bail.

“Michael, I know you have held a grudge against your father and never treated Jerry as your blood brother, but after all, you two share the same father. Apart from me, he is one of the few close relatives you have in this world. You may not understand now, but when you grow old, you will realize that having close family is the greatest treasure given by your parents.” Mr. Jenkins staggered forward, tears in his eyes, “Michael, please help him. Don’t let him go to jail. Ten years, how many decades are there in a person’s life? In another ten years, he will be ruined.”

Thinking of his grandson who had been foolish for many years and was finally regaining his intelligence only to commit rape, Mr. Jenkins suddenly looked much older.

He was getting old and wanted his descendants to prosper.

But it seemed that heaven was reluctant to grant him a happy ending.

Seeing Mr. Jenkins like this, Michael Gallagher’s eyes were cold as a knife.

He finally understood why his father had become like this.

With such an infinitely tolerant father, it was no wonder that such offspring would be born.

“Edward Jenkins liked to rape others, and Jerry is just like him.” Michael sneered coldly, feeling disgusting about having Jenkins’ blood running through his veins.

This grandfather of his, knowing his grandson had committed a crime, did not reflect on the mistakes he made, but only thought about tolerance and bailouts.

“I put him in jail on the grounds that he is my brother. As for forgiving him, it’s Zoey Lambert’s business. What I can do is send the criminal to prison.”

Upon hearing this, Mr. Jenkins slumped in his chair dejectedly.

He knew that this grandson had no intention of bailing him out.

“Zoey Lambert, I’ll seek her forgiveness. As long as my grandson is released, I’ll willingly go to jail in his place.”

Michael frowned coldly. He came here today just to get some information about the “W” organization.

He hadn’t cared about this organization before, but after today, he thought it would be nice to take control of it.

Unexpectedly, his grandfather actually intended for him to bail Jerry out as well.

“I’ll drag my body and beg Zoey Lambert for her forgiveness. But Michael, you must remember that even if I die, I won’t rest in peace.” Mr. Jenkins slammed his crutch on the ground, “You think putting family aside at a time like this will win you praise? It will only make people see your heartlessness.”

“I never believed in the fortune-teller’s predictions that you would harm our family, but now I choose to believe it. You have not only harmed the Gallaghers, but even us Jenkins!” Mr. Jenkins closed his eyes, old tears squeezing out of their corners.

Michael lowered his eyes, bloodshot throughout.

Each word from Grandfather was like countless arrows piercing his heart.

Grandfather was right, he was a sinner who offended his relatives and had shallow affections.

Those who loved him and hated him, were all harmed by him.

He had thought he was just an ordinary person, whose life was much better than many homeless people even if his fate was difficult.

But it turned out that he had been living at the bottom all along.

Even his secret wife, whom he thought had a clean background, had married him to complete a task.

In the past, protecting Molly, could make him feel the value and meaning of being alive.

Even if he didn’t do a good job as a husband for the first time, he had managed to fight for love with his life. But he never thought that even this love was a lie.

He could accept that Molly didn’t like him; he had enough patience to make her fall in love with him.

But what he couldn’t tolerate was that the woman he loved had conspired with his most disgusting father to deceive him.

He was an illegitimate child, chased and killed by his beloved and respected brother, despised by his mother, and his adoptive father committed suicide because of him.

He thought Molly was different, thought that in this world, he could finally have warmth other than family love.

Turns out, even this unique warmth is laced with deception.

In this world, no one can save him.

He has always been living in hell and can’t hope for a peaceful end.

Michael lowered his head, suppressing his pain, and barely holding back his tears.

He walked out step by step, his fingers trembling slightly, as if in great pain.

Finally, he left the villa.

His body, once filled with warmth and blood, seemed to have been drained.

The bright sun shone on him, but he could not feel any warmth.

“Mr. Jenkins…” The housekeeper mustered the courage to walk up to him, thinking of what to say.

He hesitated for a moment, not knowing how to tell him about Ivy Thompson’s miscarriage.