I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 386 One Step Too Late

One look at the pain on Abigail’s face, and Sean loudly shouted out the door, “Has the doctor not given

her any painkillers yet?”

Cameron promptly opened the door and respectfully said, “I’ll get a doctor to see her now.”

“Get out! Right now!” Abigail screamed at Sean before saying to Cameron, “Don’t call for the doctor.

Just drag him away! If he’s here, the only drug that will work on me is a tranquilizer.”

Cameron did not understand what was going on. It had only been a few minutes, so how had Sean

angered her again?

Was Sean not here to coax her back to his side?

Sean Kept staring as Eric headed back into the room after he was chased out by Abigail. He only

turned his scowl away from the door when the door closed behind Eric.

Cameron silently looked at him.

“What?” Sean asked.

“I think you really shouldn’t have argued with Ms. Quinn. At such a time, your love will only grow if you

choose to show your care for her, Cameron replied before instinctively looking away.

While Sean knew Cameron was right, he had been too panicked back then.

He felt like if he did not say what he wanted to say, Abigail might actually get together with Eric.

“Leave Tristan be for now. Let’s see what she wants to do before we make a move,” he declared before

walking away.

Cameron followed him and asked, “Aren’t we staying here?”

“We’re going to buy her lunch,” Sean replied with an angry huff.

Even if he was angry at Abigail, he would still do anything and everything for her.

Cameron let out a gasp of realization, making him sound rather slow-witted.

With food in hand, Sean and Cameron appeared in Abigail’s ward once more. Alas, they opened the

door to find she had already started lunch.

The table was covered in a wide variety of dishes that included soup. The feast looked much more

appetizing than the food he had carefully picked out.

Eric was sitting by the bed as he held a plate up that Miranda would feed Abigail from.

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While it was a woman feeding Abigail, in Sean’s eyes, it was the same as Eric feeding her himself.

His face turned pale with anger once more as the food in his hands felt like they were going to burn a

hole in his flesh.

Abigail pretended not to see him, but she still said to Eric, “Just leave the plate on the table. There’s no

need to bother with holding it up.”

“It’s fine,” Eric warmly replied with a smile in his eyes.

Deep down, Cameron sighed. They were one step too late.

“When do you plan on taking care of Tristan Stuart?” Sean asked, walking over to place the bag of food

on the table.

Miranda had heard of Sean before. When she realized he was much more handsome and terrifying in

person. To make matters worse for her, he was blocking the doorway; her heart skipped in fear.

Anyone who followed Alana had shipped her with Sean before.

Sean was here in Capitalis and even bought food for Abigail. If the media caught wind of this, there

would be a frenzy.

Yet, Abigail did not seem like she cared about Sean.

It appeared to be a one-sided love.

“Mr. Graham, I’ll discuss this with the production team first. Please don’t worry about it,” Abigail calmly

said.

As her student was here, she could not embarrass him.

Even if the two of them had just argued before lunch.

Sean looked at her and said, “Okay.”

Eric whispered to Abigail, “The soup has cooled. Try some. My grandmother made it herself. You’ll love

it.”

Sean’s heart sank as he clenched his hands.

“Okay.” Abigail was nearly full.

At that moment, Sean suddenly realized just how out of place he was.

He did not fit into Abigail’s social circle.

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“I bought you food. If you’re too full for it, just throw it out,” he stated, doing his best to restrain his

anger as he walked over to sit on a nearby chair.

Abigail had assumed he would leave the room. So, she was surprised to see him sit down.

“Have you eaten lunch yet, Miranda?” Abigail asked.

Miranda immediately tensed up and replied, “I did.”

She dared not eat the food Sean had bought.

When Abigail looked at Eric, he smiled. Tve eaten lunch. Why not keep it for dinner? It’ll be fine after

you heat it up.”

It would not do to throw away something Sean bought out of kindness, so Abigail agreed with that plan.

After Eric cleared the table with Miranda, he glanced at Abigail and then at Sean before saying. “I can

see there’s more for you two to discuss. I’ll be going now.”

“There’s nothing for us to discuss. I’m going to take a nap, Abigail refuted. She was not lying either.

She was feeling really exhausted after the painkillers and lunch.

Sean looked at her. “Just rest. I’ll be quietly sitting here.”

She did not think she could fall asleep while he was in the room.

“I’ll be going then?” Eric asked, pointing to the door.

“Okay. Thank your grandmother for me. Her soup was delicious,” she said with a smile.

Sean watched them interact with cold eyes and pursed lips as he tensed further.

After Eric and Miranda were gone, he said to Abigail, “Rest. I have work to take care of.”

She frowned at him. “Why are you staying here?”

“I will never let you get together with Eric,” he frankly declared. He did not want to keep it a secret any

longer.

Even if he had to resort to the most dastardly of measures to make her stay by his side, he would never

allow her to be anyone else’s.

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