I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 385

Chapter 385 Your Hands Are Precious

Such was the result of fighting against Tristan. Abigail deserved what was coming to her.

Compared to those he had punished in the past, he had been very kind in only injuring the arm. Abigail used to design her outfits.

If Mr. Blanc had not warned him off, it was highly likely he would have killed her.

Evil thoughts continued to brew in his mind.

When Abigail woke up, her arm no longer hurt.

She looked at Eric and his bloodshot eyes. After a moment of silence, she asked, “Is my arm gone?”

Your arm is fine. Thank goodness we got you to the hospital in time. The cables didn’t cut into your nerves. Oh, it’s a miracle. You’re so kind that even the gods are protecting you,” Miranda chimed in.

“The stitches have turned your arm-into a rather unpleasant-looking mess,” Eric said. His voice was rather nasal, as though he was speaking through tears.

As Abigail’s arm was injured by cables twisting around her arm, the stitches made it look like a giant centipede was crawling up her arm.

“Once it’s stitched up, it’ll heal. Did you check the equipment? The spot I stepped on had grease,” Abigail immediately demanded. After all, that was very important evidence.

“There’s no use. While I could smell that something was wrong with the water around you, all of that was washed away. The water might have looked like it was aimed at you, but it was all so they could wash away the grease. When Eric spoke to Tristan, he knew Tristan had another card up his sleeves.

How can he be so

that,

open.

panting hard as he

he politely said, “Please leave us for a moment. Mr. Graham would

Eric glanced at Abigail.

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nodded and gently said, “Go on. I’ll

fact that she intentionally reassured Eric caused joy

was painted all over his

Miranda left, Sean slammed the door

are you acting like a

getting married to someone from the Pearsons? How could you meet with his grandmother? Do

want to say?” she coldly

grandmother’s life. What do you think the Pearsons would do to you and your grandmother when they find out you’re getting

only here to talk about nonsense, please

She then loudly hissed.

on her stitches in her

he saw her pale she went, he

blanket away to reveal her bandaged right arm. The blood on her sleeves caused his eyes to grow cold. This

look at the door. “You had someone call Tristan Stuart yesterday, didn’t

he did not

sent him. Once

have a death wish?” He shot to his feet, intent on taking care

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