I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 94 Full Preparation

Sean knew no matter how strong he was, he couldn’t hold a pot that was almost filled with water

with one hand. The pot tilted, and the water, clams, and greens fell onto the cooktop. The fire was put out. Sean’s shirt, pants, and leather shoes were soiled by the grease and water. Clams and greens fell from the counter, and they clanged when they fell to the ground.

Abigail was holding the basin. She curled up a little as she retreated, staring at Sean in innocence.

and fear. Sean wanted to dunk the pot on her head. He glared at her. “Are you getting back at me?”

Abigail shook her head quickly. “I didn’t mean it, I swear.”

“You’d better not mean it, Abigail.” Sean, for once, got angry, and the veins on his neck throbbed.

“What’s wrong?” Julie held Analise, and they came to the kitchen.

Abigail quickly said, “Just a little accident. It’s nothing. I’ll clean it up.”

Sean put the pot down. “I’ll order delivery.” He lost the mood to cook. In the first place, he only

make

Abigail a reproachful look. She quickly asked

and follow Sean quickly. “Are you hurt, Sean?

was an elder, she got scared when she saw

looking gloomy.

He looked at Analise and eased up. “I’m alright. We’ll just get delivery for

She’s familiar with

He looked at his greasy shirt and pants, and he felt like fainting from

to Analise, and

wiped the wet patches off his clothes and sniffed around. He then noticed the scent of

tissue and came to the kitchen. Abigail was sweeping the clams and greens away.

gas.

“I’m

a little when the fire got so high.” Abigail thought she had made a mountain out of a molehill, but at that moment, she was worried Sean might get scalded, so she picked up

and snatched the broom, and then he cleaned the place up silently. Abigail quickly cleaned the countertop. “We have your clothes in

you talk, the more I wanna smack you,‘ said Sean

up. They finished cleaning the kitchen, and Sean went into the bathroom to take

and Julie finished making their order. Analise looked at Abigail, a little resigned. “He’s so nice to you. And you can

don’t talk about that anymore, Grandma.” She clutched her hair, looking dejected. A while of chatting later, Abigail heard Sean calling for her, and she stood

locked the door.