I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 156 You Don’t Deserve Trust

Sean returned to his room and found Abigail in the shower. He decided to grab a book to read.

Just then, his phone started ringing.

When he picked it up, he saw an unfamiliar number, but one that he still recognized. He immediately answered, his voice lacking its usual coldness.

“Hello, why are you calling me?” he inquired.

“Do you know what happened to Joan on set? For Abigail, you left her, and now the crew is deliberately bullying her! She fell from high up and nobody cared about her!” The voice on the other end was seething with anger.

Sean clenched his phone. “Is she at the hospital now?”

“How dare you ask me that? Low should I know?” the voice shot back, furious.

“I’ll call the set and find out,” Sean said, letting the person vent their frustration. Then, he Cameron a message on WhatsApp.

sent

“Sean, if something happens to Joan, I’ll destroy you and myself!” The man then hung up at once.

Sean hurried downstairs without explaining his sudden departure to Dahlia.

“Why the rush…” Dahlia mumbled to herself.

from the bathroom, but there was no

of her sketches, Sean

might not be at the house and

it was Joan’s situation

next day, close to noon, Abigail was in her room. She sent messages to Sean,

series of calls, and finally, Sean picked

can have the driver pick you up over

Whose time are you wasting? You can’t even stay overnight! Are you in such a hurry to meet your little fling?”

your time? I have things to attend to. Can’t

you have

fling? If you’re so eager to go be with her, why don’t you agree to Grandpa’s suggestion for a divorce yesterday? What gives you the right to string me along?” Abigail

Fine! Once I finish my business, we’ll go through with it! Since you don’t believe me at all, I don’t see why we should continue this.” Sean’s words

right to be

anger.

Sean really wanted

the house for her, defended her in front of Cornelie, and didn’t divorce

him was the biggest mistake she had ever made in her

and planned to change her clothes and

then, Dahlia came in with a pitcher of

been upstairs all morning. I brought you some water. Have a drink,” Dahlia said gently, placing the beautiful glass pitcher on

glanced at it and

lunch, I’ll bring

you,”

table, poured herself