I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 202

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Chapter 202 You Won’t Keep Anything From Me, Will You?

Sean turned around, frowning as he regarded Abigail. “What are you trying to say?” His tone quickly

took on a hint of anger.

“Nothing. I was just asking.” she replied immediately.

As he stared at her, he suddenly curled his lips into a mocking smile. “Do you still think I would deceive

you for Joan?”

“I’m going to the kitchen.” She sidestepped him, not wanting to continue this conversation.

Sean, who was just about to say something in response, was interrupted by Analise’s words as her

voice rang out across the room, “Sean, let me know if there’s anything else you want to eat.”

He immediately replied, “It’s fine. If you make too much, you’ll end up eating the leftovers tomorrow.”

Analise was frugal, and he had seen her consuming leftovers several times.

After dinner, he didn’t speak to Abigail again until she had fallen asleep.

In the middle of the night, he finally gave up trying to catch a wink. So, he got up and went to the yard

to smoke. Abigail doesn’t trust me at all.

Early the next morning, he learned that Abigail had already flown to Ouisford after catching an early

flight by the time he woke up from his slumber.

She had informed Lynette that she no longer needed her to pick her up. Once that was done, she

placed her entire focus on her embroidery.

Alas, her focus was broken when she overheard the staff working in the studio that Lynette was arguing

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with a man around lunchtime. It seemed that this mystery man had been waiting at the door bright and

early. So, she decided to see just what on Earth was going on.

She could hear Lynette’s frustrated voice at the entrance as soon as she stepped out of the backyard.

“I’ve been sending her to and fro for several days. If I wanted to harm her, I could have done it a long

time ago. Why would I bother waiting?”

“I’m sorry, but she’s working at the moment. You can’t enter,” Cameron replied sternly.

“You have no right to bar my entry even if I don’t know her. This is an embroidery studio; if I’m not

mistaken, you don’t own this establishment. Step aside.” It seemed that Lynette had been here. for

quite some time, considering the desperate tenor in her voice.

At this moment, Abigail came to the door with a helpless expression on her face. When her gaze

landed on the two people who were arguing by the entrance, she raised her voice as she inquired,

“Are you guys done?”

As soon as Lynette saw Abigail, she looked absolutely distressed. “Abby, even if you and Josh have a

disagreement, you shouldn’t take it out on me.”

“I’m not! I just feel bad about bothering you every day,” Abigail explained gently.

“Why? I don’t mind. Besides, I’m just giving you a ride. It’s not like I’m doing any hard work,” Lynette

quickly responded.

Yet, Abigail merely shook her head in response. “It’s fine, Lynette. I’m not that close with Josh anyway.

I’m just a stranger who just happened to make his acquaintance at best. It feels weird to keep bothering

you.”

Suddenly, Lynette’s eyes turned red-rimmed. Unfortunately, when she took a step closer to Abigail to

argue her case, she was promptly blocked by Cameron once more.

“What’s with you?! Seriously!” Lynette felt the last strands that were restraining her temper snap as she

hissed.

Cameron intoned sternly, “Ms. Quinn has made her opinions clear. You should leave.”

“Abby, can’t we have a private chat?” Tears were welling up in Lynette’s eyes.

Abigail knew that Lynette wanted to talk about that lost child. To be honest, she was fed up with that

particular topic.

Frankly, Abigail didn’t care just what happened to have caused such a tragedy to befall the Pearsons.

Nonetheless, she was of the opinion that the fault was squarely laid on the adults’ shoulders for losing

their ‘precious gem. Furthermore, she had no connection whatsoever to the Pearsons. So, she felt

nothing but annoyance whenever they brought this up.

“Come in.” However, she still agreed to Lynette’s plea after seeing the woman’s teary eyes.

Cameron instantly withdrew his hand and stepped aside.

Meanwhile, Lynette was overwhelmed with joy.

As the two walked into the lounge, Abigail went straight to the point. “If this is about the lost girl again…

Then, I’m sorry, but I’m not interested in anything you have to say.”

Lynette had initially wanted to show her some photos. Yet, she was utterly stumped in the face of

Abigail’s resolute attitude.

“Your family’s loss has nothing to do with me. Besides, so many years have already passed by. You

really shouldn’t disturb someone who is leading a good life if she’s still alive,” Abigail continued.

After some hesitation, Lynette finally posed the question, “What if that child really is you?”

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don’t “That’s impossible. My grandparents have treated me exceptionally well. Perhaps you understand

where I’m coming from, but it doesn’t matter. I don’t need you to understand any of it,” Abigail replied

calmly.

Lynette frowned, wearing an expression of disbelief.

Previously, when Abigail’s grandparents found out that she had feelings for Sean, they had gone so far

as to propose a marriage to the Grahams. If she wasn’t their granddaughter, why would they

treat her so well?

“I understand,” Lynette said lowly. It looks like it truly is impossible to convince her now. She was

beginning to suspect that Abigail was unwilling to accept the fact that she wasn’t her grandparents’

granddaughter.

After Lynette departed, Abigail sat in the lounge for a while before heading to the backyard with a

heavy heart.

As she had lived with her grandparents for over 20 years, it was difficult for her to accept the sudden

revelation that she might not be their biological granddaughter.

Thankfully, Lynette never returned after their conversation.

As Abigail completed her embroidery work and prepared to get some accessories from the old

craftsman, she received a call from Luna.

“Abigail, we’re doomed.” Luna’s voice on the phone was low and filled with tension.

“What’s wrong?” Abigail asked, perplexed.

Luna replied seriously, “I’m currently doing a live broadcast with Lexie, and I don’t know what to do!”

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