I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 91 She Might Escape

For the first time, Abigail barged into Sean’s bedroom without care. She stood at the doorway, her eyes glistening with tears.

Sean was already displeased with her over the case of Victor. Before she could say anything, he mocked, “You came all the way here crying so I wouldn’t send him away?”

Abigail didn’t want to argue with him. “Grandma fell. I need to take a break to see her.” She was only worried about her grandmother at the moment.

Sean stopped mocking her, and he stood up. “Go out. I’ll be there in a moment.”

Abigail thought he would threaten her with her work, but it went smoother than she expected.

The night was approaching. Abigail came out of the hotel, pacing around the doorway in a hurry. A moment later, Sean’s car slowly came out of the parking lot. When the car stopped before her, Abigail felt her heart calming down a little.

Right after she took the seat beside Sean, he asked, “Do you know what happened to your grandmother?”

held her phone, her fingers trembling. “Julie said she’s in the emergency room. I have no idea what happened

her slender fingers, and he held her hand. “She’s not as young as she used to be, and her bones are brittle. Tell her to stay at home

fingers were numb from the cold, but the moment he held her hand, slivers of warmth swam into her and encased her chilly heart. She looked at Sean. There was exhaustion in his eyes, and he was staring

but Abigail thought he looked a bit softer that night, unlike his usual

Julie had gone into the ward with Analise. Sean took Abigail into the ward. Abigail felt much more relieved seeing that her grandmother was fine. She broke free of Sean’s hand and lunged at Analise’s bed. She held Analise’s hand, and with worry, she asked,

leg a little. Julie’s a worrywart.” Analise

the bed and checked the medical history. It was just a sprain, and her bones

see that Sean was exhausted, and she waved at him. “Must’ve gotten in the way of your work, Sean. Sorry I had to trouble you even when

Analise’s wrinkly hand. For once, he

looked at him, and with concern, she said, “Look at you. So tired, but you still came all the way here. This is my fault. I’ll go back once my leg is healed.

mention it,”

she asked how this whole thing happened. Julie said that she

get some rest. I’ll deal with things here.” Abigail walked Julie to

had drifted to sleep while she was

“You go home too. I can deal with this alone. She should be discharged tomorrow, and I’m coming back to the