I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 233 Drop The Lawsuit

Abigail held her phone tightly, her face filled with a cold determination.

“Sean, if anything happens to my grandmother, I will ensure Kingston and Joan pay with their lives!” she declared, then forcefully hung up.

She had concrete evidence that was enough to ruin Joan’s reputation! Who would have thought that Kingston would stoop so low as to kidnap Analise?

As for trusting Sean… she’d rather believe that pigs could fly.

Abigail took a deep breath, calming her emotions. She then dialed Luna’s number.

“Hey, why are you calling me now? Is it because Grandma misses me? Tell her, as soon as I have the time, I’ll come visit…” Luna’s voice, full of warmth and affection, greeted Abigail as soon as the call/connected.

Abigail couldn’t help but feel her nose tingle upon hearing Luna’s voice.

She choked back her tears. “Luna, immediately cancel the lawsuit. Make sure the news spreads so that Joan finds out.”

“Why?” Luna’s voice, that was filled with excitement, now brimmed with anger. “They’ve done so many wicked things. How can we let them off the hook? Is it because of Sean?”

Mentioning Sean seemed to strike a chord, and Luna launched into a barrage of curses, sparing no aspect.

Abigail. “That rotten scumbag isn’t worth cursing. What’s wrong with you? You’re divorced already!

“I’m not.”

of weariness. “Luna, right now, I want Sean and Joan to pay for

“Cornered? Is it…”

the specifics. Just make sure you let Joan know

for Luna to respond, she

that she didn’t want to seek Luna’s help; it was just that

what are you

who had appeared at the door, her eyes

a blood–red hue, and the look she gave him was

spine, and he somehow could keenly sense that something between them was

he thought it was because of Analise’s injury that

himself. Abigail’s eyes held an unabashed hatred with no

“Abigail, I can explain…”

voice incredibly cold. “There’s no need for explanations between us. If you truly want to do something for your beloved, then persuade her to release my grandmother. Otherwise…

fists, enunciating each

stood before her, she

like finding a needle in

choice but to

say something but ultimately