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

Chapter 359: Chapter 358: Truly Infatuated

“Miss Jackson seems to have quite some connections.” Jerry Jenkins smiled, sending chills down one’s spine.

His voice was neutral yet soft, making people tremble.

Scarlett Jackson’s expression remained unchanged, but her palms were slightly sweaty.

No wonder Zoey Lambert didn’t like him. No one would like a man who seemed beautiful on the surface but was actually poisonous like a flower.

“People live for their own needs. You are Zachary Jenkins’s brother, and you will be my brother in the future. Zoey Lambert will naturally become my sister-in-law. As long as you agree, I have many ways to bring you two together.”

“Miss Jackson’s method… is it by drugging?” Jerry Jenkins’s gaze was firmly fixed on her.

Scarlett Jackson’s face changed, remembering how her plan to drug Emma Smith backfired on her.

At that time, she thought Jerry was just a foolish person. However, who could have expected that he had regained his consciousness.

It turned out that Jerry had been pretending all along.

He knew her schemes and even went along with her.

Such a man was terrifying from head to toe.

Scarlett Jackson managed a forced smile: “Drugging is the simplest way, but it’s also the most unrefined and short-lived method. If it’s Zoey Lambert, we need to use other methods.”

Her words indeed piqued Jerry’s interest.

He did like Zoey Lambert, but he despised using such unsophisticated methods.

If Scarlett were to attempt drugging him again, he would make her take the drugs daily, so she could also taste that kind of pain.

As their eyes met, Scarlett shrank her neck in fear.

Just as she was about to say something, Michael Gallagher came out of the bathroom, freshly dressed.

He glanced at the birthday cake on the table, the corner of his lips curling up mockingly.

Mr. Jenkins walked out of the room, pointing at the cake and said, “This cake was specially ordered for you. Your Dad used to love this bakery’s cakes. I wonder if the taste has changed after all these years.”

Compared to before, Mr. Jenkins looked much more haggard.

Having suffered from thrombosis and strokes several times, Mr. Jenkins was already in his late eighties and almost ninety years old. Even if he had been a soldier in his younger days, his body couldn’t bear the strain anymore.

Michael’s expression remained unreadable, wiping his hair and passing the towel to a servant: “I didn’t come here to celebrate my birthday today.”

He was here to pack up and leave the Jenkins family.

Mr. Jenkins had long grown accustomed to his attitude.

Ever since the last time he had troubled the Leaford family and almost detained Ivy Thompson at home, Michael’s attitude towards him had headed downhill.

Having been sick several times, Mr. Jenkins had figured out Michael’s temperament.

If Michael wanted to protect someone, others couldn’t touch that person, otherwise, he would show no mercy even to his own family.

“If you want to live outside, I won’t stop you. Whether you remarry Ivy or divorce her, I won’t interfere anymore at my age.” Mr. Jenkins then turned to Jerry. “I won’t hide it from you; the doctor told me I don’t have much time left. If I live long enough, I’ll be able to celebrate the New Year again. If not, I probably only have one year left.”

Mr. Jenkins spoke these words with a calm expression.

Michael glanced at him for a few moments.

Compared to when he had seen him a while ago, Mr. Jenkins had indeed aged a lot recently.

“When I was younger, I always wanted to carry on the Jenkins family lineage. Back then, I thought your elder brother would never recover, so I placed my hopes on you. Now that your brother has recovered, I can rest assured. As long as you two brothers work together, the Jenkins family can continue.”

Before, he could only rely on one grandson, but now he had gained two more grandsons. Wasn’t that much better than having just another great-grandson?

After all, his grandsons were his own blood. As for a great-grandson, his lifespan was short, and he couldn’t control that much anymore.

“In the future, you and your brother should manage the Jenkins family business together. United, no one will dare to bully you even after I am gone for a century,”

“As for the Jenkins family business, just leave it to Jerry. I don’t need it.” Michael Gallagher glanced at Jerry Jenkins with a mocking and sarcastic smile.

He lowered his eyes, and his pupils were as black as ink, quiet and without ripples.

“Mr. Jenkins, don’t say that. Scarlett still wants to take care of you in the future!” Scarlett Jackson quickly got up and looked at Mr. Jenkins with some annoyance. “I’ve never met my own grandfather, so in my heart, I’ve always considered you as my real grandfather. It’s said that patients need to have a positive mindset. If you maintain a good attitude, even the Lord of Hell wouldn’t dare to take you away.”

Mr. Jenkins laughed heartily, pointing at Scarlett and said to Michael, “Look at how filial this child is. I know you don’t like her, but feelings can change. You and Ivy Thompson are connected by your child for now, but once that tether is gone, you can look back at Scarlett. Such a good girl, being your wife would not be a loss to you.”

Michael glanced at Scarlett indifferently, the corner of his lips pulling up with a nonchalant tone, “If you like her so much, why not let Jerry marry her? She can still become your granddaughter-in-law.”

“How could that be possible!” Scarlett suddenly shivered, hurriedly saying, “Young Master Jerry has someone he likes, and I don’t want to force him.”

“I also have someone I love.” Michael’s eyes narrowed slightly, and his gaze suddenly turned icy cold, “And I have a child.”

“As for your child, whether it can be born or not is still uncertain.” Mr. Jenkins suddenly interjected, “I’ve already asked the hospital. There’s a high chance of Down Syndrome. Do you really want to raise a child like that?”

The room fell silent, the air suddenly ice cold.

Michael sneered, his lips turning pale, almost devoid of any color.

“What a way to respect the choices of your juniors, what a way to not interfere. Is your idea of non-interference constant surveillance?”

Mr. Jenkins’ face turned white and green, his hands awkwardly folding behind his back, “Anyway, that child is my great-grandson with blood ties to me. What’s wrong with me wanting to know the results of the pregnancy? She had several tests before and everything was fine, but this Down Syndrome Screening showed a problem. What’s wrong with me being more concerned?”

Upon hearing that Ivy’s prenatal test had a problem, Scarlett was secretly overjoyed.

Down Syndrome, wouldn’t that mean the baby can’t be born?

Her heart was filled with elation, but she didn’t show it on her face. Instead, she murmured softly, “I have a distant relative whose son also has Down Syndrome. His prenatal test didn’t reveal it, and they only found out after he was born. Now he’s seven or eight years old and still can’t walk, he needs to be fed by others. Both the adults and the child suffer.”

“However, medical examinations are more advanced now, and amniocentesis can be performed for a definite diagnosis before making a decision.”

“You don’t need to worry about it.” Michael sneered with an angry look in his eyes and a hint of anger in his eyebrows.

Before the results even came out, these people had already assigned guilt to the baby in Molly’s belly.

Not only that, but even Molly herself didn’t care…

Thinking of her weak body and how she had given blood to Jeremy Norman, Michael’s heart felt as if it had been run over by a car.

The light in his eyes gradually dimmed, and the surrounding area became as cold as if it had just been removed from the refrigerator.

Scarlett closed her mouth and looked hesitantly at him.

She was genuinely afraid that he would raise a child with Down Syndrome.

Although the Jenkins family’s wealth could support a child with Down Syndrome, it would be a significant burden.

Hearing that Ivy’s unborn child had Down Syndrome, Jerry’s heart skipped a beat, and he looked at Michael with interest.

This younger brother of his was really infatuated, giving up the assets of the Jenkins family for such a woman.

He thought of Ivy wrapped in a long coat, standing by the side with a faint look on her face.

This Ivy Thompson was no ordinary woman either. She managed to enter “W” organization without any background and was openly protected by the entire organization, something ordinary women couldn’t achieve.

Michael put the already packed parcel away and picked up his cell phone from the coffee table.

Frowning, he flipped through his phone’s records, feeling that something was off.

Scarlett retreated nervously, looking imploringly at Jerry.

If Jerry revealed that she took the cell phone, then Michael would definitely hate her.

At that time, she had answered the phone without thinking, not considering the consequences, but she had forgotten that Jerry was not an easy person to deal with either.

Would Jerry really expose her on the spot?