I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

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Chapter 238 Fond of You

Sean treasured the items that Abigail bought, and he couldn’t bear to waste them, even though the

intention behind the fruit basket wasn’t entirely kind. Xavien felt like Sean was inviting trouble upon

himself.

Around noon, Analise woke up, and the doctor conducted another full–body check–up on her. The

doctor remarked, “Her diabetes is getting serious. It seems she’s not taking her insulin on time,

affecting her eyesight. Is she still going to be so stubborn?”

Abigail gave Analise a playful but stern look, and her grandmother bashfully averted her eyes, saying,

“I’m getting old, and my memory isn’t what it used to be. It’s normal for me to forget things.”

“I’ve bought a house, so it doesn’t matter what you say–you’re not going back to stay in that village.”

Abigail’s expression turned serious. “You’re not allowed to reject my offer again, or I might get angry.”

After this incident, Analise no longer attempted to argue with Abigail. The elderly woman gazed lovingly

at her. “I’m sorry for making you worry, Abigail,” she said compassionately.

Abigail hesitated for a moment as tears welled up in her eyes. “It’s all over now, so everything’s fine.”

She contemplated whether to tell Analise about Josh. However, she suspected that her grandmother

already knew that he was the one who saved her. She didn’t bring it up, and she refrained from saying

much.

“She can get discharged after this round of IV drips,” the doctor uttered before leaving.

Fortunately, Analise didn’t have any severe injuries after this incident. As Abigail was packing up,

Analise let out a long sigh. “Joan shared a lot of stuff about Sean and you.”

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After hearing her grandmother’s words, Abigail paused momentarily but soon resumed her actions.

“What did she say?”

Analise waved it off, saying, “Ah, let’s not discuss this further. Some of the things I heard were

unpleasant, and it’s embarrassing to talk about them, even after all these years. In the future, we can

live our lives without having to worry about others.” She mumbled, “Why… Do you think Sean is so

close to people like Joan and Kingston?”

Abigail’s gaze flickered briefly, but she quickly cleared her mind of other thoughts before turning to give

Analise an exasperated look. “Let’s not concern ourselves with others.”

Analise nodded. “Alright. I’ll listen to you and no one else.”

Eric arrived when Analise was discharged. Analise didn’t know who he was, so she treated him as one

of Abigail’s friends. With Analise’s legs feeling sore, he and Abigail assisted the elderly woman

out of the ward.

Eric’s eyes sparkled with joy as he playfully remarked to Analise. “The fact that Abigail knows someone

as handsome as me shows she’s a magnet for attractive men. But do you think I’m good- looking?

Even my grandmother doesn’t hold that opinion.”

Analise looked at him, puzzled, and asked, “Don’t you consider yourself handsome? You look as good

as a celebrity on TV.”

Abigail couldn’t quite tell if Eric was being humble or just playfully bantering with Analise. Did he not

realize how handsome he was? Abigail couldn’t believe her ears.

The three of them continued chatting while waiting for the elevator. When the elevator doors opened,

Sean stood inside, stunned as he saw them.

Analise’s smile stiffened as she looked at Sean, appearing both helpless and anxious.

“Grandma,” Sean greeted her, breaking the silence. When he shifted his gaze to Eric, his eyes turned

icy and menacing momentarily.

In contrast, Eric remained neutral, avoiding Sean’s gaze and focusing on Abigail. Eric’s smile faded

slightly.

Unwittingly, Abigail tightened her grip on Analise’s arm but maintained her smile.

“Oh, did someone from your family get admitted to the hospital, Sean?” Analise wasn’t as cruel as

Abigail–she caved and initiated a conversation with him.

Abigail consciously tried to ignore Sean, directing her conversation toward Eric. “By the way, that TV

show I was part of… When is it airing?”

Eric’s smile widened as she shifted her attention to him. “What’s the matter? Are you excited?” he

asked with enthusiasm.

“I’m eager to know if the audience likes it,” Abigail said with hope. They continued chatting as if Sean

didn’t exist.

“It’s not my family; my assistant got hospitalized, so I came over to check on him,” Sean responded, his

gaze fixed on Abigail. His clenched fists and the icy aura around him were noticeable.

Analise sensed the tension and nodded. She spoke patiently, “Miss Palmer cares about you. She

sacrificed her reputation for you, so you should treat her well. It would save both your families a lot of

trouble.”

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Though Analise didn’t express herself directly, Sean quickly grasped her underlying message. He

pondered, Grandma wouldn’t have been kidnapped if I had accepted Joan from the start, and Abigail

wouldn’t have had to go through so much trouble. She’s blaming me for causing them so much trouble,

and she’s doing it in front of Eric. At that thought, he felt a pang of guilt.

Sean vividly remembered the times when Abigail was upset with him at home. On the other hand,

Analise would still speak to him with her usual cheerful and kind tone, making him feel cherished.

However, he was no longer part of such a loving family. A sharp ache in his chest made it hard to

breathe. He realized he had lost not only Abigail but also his grandmother.

“I’m sorry, Grandma. During my marriage, I never had feelings for another woman.” He looked deep

into Abigail’s eyes as he spoke in the sincerest tone ever.

Analise didn’t know how to respond. A look of concern appeared in Eric’s eyes as he watched Abigail,

clearly invested in her response.

Abigail relaxed her grip on Analise’s arm. She hadn’t noticed how tense she had become upon seeing

Sean, but her expression remained calm as she gave him a distant, empty look. “Is there anything else

you’d like to say, Mr. Graham? My grandmother’s legs are sore from being kidnapped, so she shouldn’t

stand too long.”

Sean noticed that Abigail hadn’t responded to his words, even after everything he said. The look in his

eyes darkened a little, and a mixture of disappointment and dejection surfaced in his gaze. “We’ll head

off now.” Abigail held onto Analise’s arm and nodded to Sean before she looked away and walked

past him.

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