I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 199 Abigail’s Secret Background

Sean emerged from Abigail’s hospital room early the next morning. The warmth on his face had faded, leaving in its wake a cold demeanor.

Cameron immediately looked at him.

The two of them walked to a more secluded area away from the hospital room. Sean leaned against the wall and maintained his gaze on Abigail’s room door. His tone was icy as he said, “Make sure to investigate thoroughly whether Abigail’s situation is related to Joan. On top of that, keep a close eye on Kingston.”

Sean was not going to let what happened to Abigail slide, even if it turned out that Joan was involved. However, if Joan was really involved, then he would need to protect her again.

Kingston posed a big problem for Sean, meaning he must carefully plan his next move,

Abigail had been hospitalized for a ‘week and planned to return to Ouisford. The embroidery work that she left unfinished required her immediate attention, but she had also sent Cameron away and instead asked Lynette to accompany her

Since she intended to cooperate with the Pearsons and the Davidsons, she naturally agreed to make a good impression on Lynette. After all, Lynette seemed easy to get along with. Meanwhile, Cameron clung to Abigail like a shadow, following her wherever she went. It was getting quite annoying as she couldn’t afford to have him trailing her when she needed to handle business.

“When we arrive in Ouisford, you can return to help at your cousin’s shop. I’ll be safe in the embroidery studio,” Abigail told Lynette while they were on the plane.

“Sure, but let’s cut a deal,” Lynette suggested, not wanting to be overly clingy to Abigail. “I’ll take care of your transportation; otherwise, Eric might be angry with me.” After all, when Abigail was busy with her embroidery, Lynette couldn’t find it in herself to remain seated and do nothing.

Abigail agreed

cousin makes or the tea that

Abigail did the same.

gone on a business trip and probably won’t be back for

“Oh”

April was bright. Analise was squatting in the vegetable garden and feeding a stray

feet, her back hunched, and went to answer the door. When she opened it, she saw a man, who bore a striking resemblance to Abigail, and hesitated for a moment before asking. “Who are you looking

house? I’m Abigail’s friend,” Josh

were complex emotions in her eyes. Then, she closed the door and informed Josh, “Abby isn’t home. You’ll have to call her if you need

little orange cat hiding in the vegetable garden peeked out from

her. I actually want to ask you about something.” His purpose was simple-he wanted to inquire more about Abigail’s background.

a woman who looked almost identical to Abigail if her

eyes. “I have severe diabetes,

and hesitant. “You

somewhat blurry. She

blind due to how severe her condition was. He thought

he asked

didn’t want to beat around the bush. Even if there was a one percent chance, he

is. What’s going on?” Analise asked

like my mother and the Pearsons lost a child more than twenty years ago. We still