I Want a Divorce by Abigail Quinn

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Chapter 598 Time to Go Home

“Grandpa… Grandpa!” The voice of the girl was still replaying in Abigail’s mind. She couldn’t control

herself, and she started crying. She grabbed Sean’s shirt tightly, crying, though she had no idea she

was doing that.

A doctor came charging in, and chaos ensued. Sean had to pick Abigail up in his arms, and he quickly

told Analise, “She probably remembered something.” Then, he took Abigail out of the room.

Analise took the box and followed Sean.

One whole day had gone by when Abigail regained her consciousness. She sat on the bed, muttering,

“What happened… to Grandpa?”

“He was announced dead yesterday.” Sean looked at her, feeling-worried.

Abigail hugged her legs, staring at the white blanket vacantly. Silently.

Sean was still gazing at her, feeling sorrowful. “What did you remember?” Gary just woke up, and he

died because he got too mad.

“Just little bits. I saw my younger self throwing paper airplanes while I was on Grandpa’s shoulders,”

Abigail said slowly. “I saw myself falling into the sea. Where’s my golden lock?”

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Sean took the lock out of his pocket and handed it to her. Abigail took it and held it tightly as she stared

at it. “I remember this lock, just a little bit. Do you know why I like designing? Because this lock has

always been in my memories. It’s beautiful and timeless. I remember a hand holding it while I was

trapped under the dark waters.”

She now knew that hand belonged to Martha.

Sean pinched her cheek. “Whether you can remember or not means nothing now, Abigail.”

Abigail smacked his hand away. “How can you know that? I want to remember everything. All the

memories of me and Grandpa.” She had a feeling she liked Gary the most when she was little.

“Take your time. The Pearsons aren’t in a good state. Patricia seems to hate you a lot,” Sean

commented.

Abigail’s face fell when she heard that. “Because she likes Vincent a ton, even if that man killed her

husband.”

Sean said calmly, “Wrong. She thinks you killed her husband. None of this would’ve happened if you

hadn’t gone to the ward, or so she thinks. She thinks you shouldn’t go back home at this moment in

time, and she blames your parents for doing this.”

Abigail sneered. “She blames us? Grandpa wouldn’t have been hospitalized if not for Vincent!”

“He told you to go home. Are you going to do that?” Sean cared more about that now.

Abigail was still hesitant about that. “I’ll ask Grandma,” she muttered in the end.

Analise came in with a lunch box. When she saw Abigail awake, she quickly came over. “You’re finally

awake. You made me worry!” Analise was already sobbing and couldn’t say a word. “I was worried

sick…”

“I’m fine. I just remembered some memories, and it hurt my head, but I’m better now.” Abigail wasn’t in

a serious condition, just like she said.

Analise sniffled. “Eat before you get some rest. The doctor said you’ve been exhausting yourself. You

have to get some rest. Don’t work too much.”

“Okay,” Abigail commented meekly. Analise isn’t getting any younger. I shouldn’t make her worry. While

Abigail was eating, she asked Analise what she should do.

Analise sighed. “Gary wanted you to go back, and I want you to do the same. He left… with regrets,

and I feel sad about it, too. I should never have lied and not let you go home. I couldn’t sleep well after

seeing him leave with regrets.”

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“This isn’t your fault.” Abigail smiled.

Analise smiled. “Now I’m more accepting of things. I can’t dwell on the past too much. If I do that now,

I’m going to fall sick. I want to stay healthy and see you live a happy life at home.” She knew Patricia

hated Abigail, but so what? Abigail was part of the Pearson Family. She should never be abandoned

and left for dead just because of some villains’ wishes. I need to stay strong and protect my grandchild.

“I will, Grandma.” Abigail ate slowly.

“Forgive your parents, Abigail. They have it hard too. I know they hurt you, but give them a chance to

change. What do you want them to do if you won’t give them a chance?” Analise checked Lawrence

out earlier, and he looked listless, yet he still hung on.

This mess that befell the Pearsons was all because of Patricia spoiling Vincent. Lawrence was more

than disappointed in her. Ever since Gary’s passing, Scarlett didn’t talk to Patricia either.

“Give me some time, Grandma.” Abigail couldn’t accept those two as her family right away.

Analise nodded. “I know. Don’t worry. I won’t force you or anything.” She then gave Sean a look of

trust. “Sean, the Pearsons’ case is a little complex, so help them out for a couple of days. Lawrence is

hanging on, but only barely. I’m worried he might fall sick. Josh can’t handle things alone, and he’s

grieving too.”

“I’ll do it.” Sean smiled like an obedient little puppy.

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