Chapter 435: Chapter 432: I did not harm him
This was just to comfort herself.

Molly Walker grabbed Fourth Sister’s hand, her eyes red and swollen, “Call the police, and an ambulance.”

She didn’t dare to look at the edge, fearing to witness the most heartbreaking scene.

Fourth Sister started making the call.

Michael Gallagher looked at her, their gazes met, and he felt a surge of hatred.

“Michael, you said you wouldn’t hurt him.”

Molly spoke word by word, her voice weak and feeble.

“I didn’t hurt him.” Michael frowned, his face expressing a thin layer of anger, “He chose to jump.”

“Would he jump on his own… without your provocation?” Molly’s voice trembled slightly, as fragile as a shattered feather that would disperse in the wind with a single blow, “Michael Gallagher, do you dare to say that his jumping off the building has nothing to do with you?”

“If anything happens to Harry Lambert, I will never forgive you for the rest of my life.”

Never forgiving for a lifetime…

Michael’s face turned cold.

This scene seemed familiar.

When Isabelle had cut her finger on the fish tank, and accused Molly, he had said the same thing and asked Molly to apologize.

At that time, she must have felt like he did now.

What goes around comes around, and now he was the one forced to endure the pain.

Even if at that time he understood Isabelle and only spoke to protect her, the damage had been done.

Being falsely accused really feels terrible.

Unexpectedly, his aching heart began to calm down gradually.

Until the police arrived and she accused him, “Officer, please investigate him.”

Michael didn’t resist.

“Mr. Gallagher, we apologize, but please come with us.”

The police encircled Michael and led him away.

Molly stood motionless, her heart torn asunder, but she didn’t even glance at him.

After Michael left, Molly’s nose felt sour, and fog began to obscure her sight.

She shouldn’t have trusted Michael Gallagher.

“Big Boss, we just came up and only saw that scene; it cannot prove that Michael Gallagher provoked No. 6.” Fourth Sister tried to calm down, fearing her emotional boss would do something she’d regret, and hurriedly advised.

Molly, whose head was clouded with anger and suspicion, gradually calmed down.

“Whether there’s a misunderstanding or not, let’s wait for the police investigation.” Molly closed her eyes.

Just now, No. 6 had sent out a distress signal.

She had a bad feeling when they couldn’t get in touch with No. 6.

As soon as they went upstairs, they saw this scene.

“If Michael Gallagher hadn’t done something, No. 6 wouldn’t have called for help.”

Members of the ‘W’ organization wouldn’t send out a distress signal casually.

She knew she should be calm and blame Michael Gallagher after the results came out, but it was impossible not to doubt him when she saw the scene just now.

She believed in Michael, but everything he did made it impossible for her to trust him

“Big Boss…”

Fourth Sister seemed to think of something, but she hesitated to speak.

Based on her understanding of No. 6, he would never do something stupid like jumping off a building.

No. 6 might appear easygoing and carefree, but he was actually very meticulous and calculated every move precisely.

Actions like jumping off a building, which was foolish, were something he would disdain.

Fourth Sister swallowed back what she had wanted to say.

Big Boss was right; they all had doubts, so they should wait for the police’s results.

Inside a courtyard house in a certain area of Capital City, the atmosphere was awkward.

“Mr. Lambert, stop waiting. Didn’t the person in the video say that the ‘Big Boss’ had something to deal with and wouldn’t show up?”

“Yeah, Mr. Lambert, it’s getting late, we older folks’ health isn’t that good, and we can’t stay up late. You said your son is in the ‘W’ organization, isn’t our trust enough? Let’s stop waiting and go to sleep.”

“We believe you, Mr. Lambert, we really do. Just go to sleep and stop waiting.”

…

Several old men were taking turns persuading Albert Lambert.

With a smile on his face, Albert Lambert felt disappointment filling his chest.

He thought about trusting him, and he tried to trust him.

But the brat hadn’t changed at all.

After sending his friends away, Albert Lambert’s body seemed drained of energy. He lay on the recliner, looking at the bright moon above him, which seemed to be mocking him as well.

“You damn brat, I’ll never trust you again.”

…

Capital City First People’s Hospital.

Molly Walker, and people from the Thompson and Leaford families waited outside the hospital room.

Harry Lambert had already been transferred from the emergency room to the Intensive Care Unit. The feeling of being wronged was really uncomfortable.

“The patient is currently not in any life-threatening danger. Fortunately, the floor is not very high. He didn’t fall head-first, and vital areas were not harmed. However, we’re worried about complications, so he still needs to be hospitalized for a while.”

The doctor came out of the patient’s room and reported Harry Lambert’s condition to them.

“It’s good that there’s no danger to his life.” Amanda Leaford put her hand on Molly Walker’s shoulder to comfort her. “Thankfully, there’s protection on the top floor of this hotel. If he’d fallen from ten or so stories, I’m afraid the child wouldn’t have survived.”

“This hotel has had protection on the top floor to prevent people from jumping for a long time. Although someone who jumped would be injured, there would basically be no danger to their life.” Joshua Thompson smiled ambiguously with arms crossed. “Could it be that Harry Lambert deliberately chose the top floor to jump from?”

“Who would joke about a thing like this?” Amanda Leaford gave him a warning look. Thinking about how Michael Gallagher was the “instigator,” she said coldly, “We’ll discuss it after the police have determined the results.”

As for Michael Gallagher, she has always taken a neutral stance.

He saved Ivy and her brother before, so his character shouldn’t be bad. However, knowing that Ivy lost her baby because of him, she fears that he might continue to hurt Ivy.

Molly Walker looked down at the ground with pursed lips, not saying anything.

After knowing that Harry Lambert wasn’t severely injured, she breathed a sigh of relief, and then suspicion filled her heart.

No. 4 told her not to draw any conclusion too early.

Thinking about what Michael Gallagher had said on the rooftop, her heart felt a slight pain.

He said he didn’t push him.

But the distress signal sent by Harry Lambert wasn’t fake, either.

Could Harry Lambert have deliberately tried to frame Michael Gallagher?

“Fourth Sister, do you think Michael Gallagher would do this kind of thing to Harry Lambert?” Joshua Thompson narrowed his eyes, thinking, “Although I don’t like Michael Gallagher, he doesn’t seem like such a stupid person. Doing something like this doesn’t benefit him.”

It didn’t have any benefits before, but since he found out that Michael was going after “W,” she couldn’t help but be more vigilant.

She trusted Michael Gallagher, but she didn’t trust Christopher Evans.

“Wait for the results from the police.”

She clenched her fists, her voice choked with emotion.

If it was really Michael Gallagher, how would she face No. 6 and the others in the organization?

But if it wasn’t him?

Could she face Michael Gallagher calmly?

The scene on the rooftop where he looked disappointed and lost crossed her mind. Molly Walker’s heart suddenly raced.

Could it be that she had really misunderstood him?

“Alright, we haven’t had any rest for a night. Now that we know Mr. Lambert is fine, let’s go have something to eat.”

Molly Walker had been at the hospital all night, and they had accompanied her all night too.

As soon as Amanda Leaford spoke, the others suddenly realized they were hungry.

A few people walked towards the elevator, and just then, the elevator door opened, and a man came out.

The man wore a black long windbreaker, simple and casual. His eyes were dark, and his face showed a hint of fatigue.

He glanced at the people in front of him, a hint of coldness mixed with disdain on his lips.

Seeing him, the others hesitated and turned to look at Molly Walker.

Molly Walker stopped in her tracks, her whole body tense and stiff.

Her pupils shrank tightly, her gaze locked on him, unable to look away.

Michael Gallagher!

He was out!

Joshua Thompson raised his eyebrows, looking Michael Gallagher up and down: “Strange, how are you out so quickly?”