I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 550 The Pearson Family Is A Snake Pit

Upon hearing Colby’s words, Abigail couldn’t help but reflect on how, despite all the twists. and turns, they had ended up right back where they started.

“Thank you, Grandpa,” she replied gratefully.

Colby gently patted her hand and said, “It’s not a big deal. They just want you to reconnect with your roots. As long as they didn’t abandon you, everything can be negotiated. If they did abandon you. we’ll simply ignore them. We won’t let them claim you without facing the consequences of their actions once you become famous!”

Lina nodded in agreement and added, “That’s right. They only have themselves to blame for being too weak to protect a child. I don’t know if I’m saying the right thing or if Abigail will listen to my advice, but it’s all I can say.”

Abigail composed herself and, accompanied by Analise and Sean, headed to Capitalis.

Although Sean had planned to remain in hiding for a while longer, he understood that Abigail’s family matter took precedence.

When they arrived in Capitalis, Abigail’s expression darkened upon seeing Josh waiting to pick her up. Luna quickly rushed over and grabbed her hand, while Analise offered her support by holding Abigail’s other hand.

Sean took the initiative to walk beside Josh and asked, “How is Old Mr. Pearson?”

“He’s in surgery. Even if he doesn’t make it, at least he’ll have met Abigail,” Josh replied, his voice filled with intense sorrow.

upon hearing this news. After all, Old Mr. Pearson was just a stranger to her. They had met a few times in

glanced at her, relieved to see that she

the hospital, Lawrence and Scarlett were

sorry, Abby. I was foolish back then. I failed to take care

him coldly, not

Scarlett was already in

she visibly appeared unhappy upon witnessing Abigail’s

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no love for her long-lost granddaughter, especially since Abigail had shown no concern for Lily

on disturbing. you, but Dad suddenly had a cerebral hemorrhage.

him abruptly, Abigail asked, “How was I

Analise asked, “Where is Martha?

asked, wiping

at the bus station. Martha was behind that, wasn’t she?” Analise had initially planned

that she

looked at Analise, astonishment written across her

just because you’ve raised my granddaughter for a few years!” Patricia

didn’t look exactly like Scarlett, I would’ve thought your family couldn’t even tolerate the presence of a little girl. I only realized what was going