A Wound that Never Heals

Chapter 140 Gustave Is Drugged

Abigail did not really understand Cassius and Sandra’s real intentions. Seeing Gustave suddenly appear to be very uncomfortable, she thought that he was tired and

immediately stood up to support him.

“Gustave, you should go upstairs and have a rest. I will… I will ask someone to get some pills for you.”

The word “pills” pierced into Gustave’s mind like a needle. He was a little dazed. He forced himself to be a little rational and somewhat was out of control as he pushed

Abigail away.

Abigail saw that Gustave’s eyes were strangely red and she shouted angrily, “Get lost!”

Abigail took a step back in fear and did not dare to stick close to Gustave. She looked at the servant beside her and said, “You. Go help him!”

Cassius said in a cold voice and insisted, “It’s not up to him! Abigail, help him up. I don’t believe that I can only watch my son be fooled around by a woman like that!”

Abigail was not willing to go over it again. No matter how stupid she was, she could still feel Gustave’s hostile and guarded eyes. With such a gaze, it was as if she was an unpardonable bad guy.

Abigail looked at Cassius strangely. “Mr. Walpole, let the servant help Gustave. And I, I am weak. Why do you want me to help him alone?”

Sandra was so angry that her face turned sullen. This fool. How can she be so smart at

this time?

Sandra finally managed to convince Cassius with great difficulty, saying that in order to stop Gustave from being bewitched by Darlene and to let him and Abigail get together earlier, they should solve the current problem first.

Moreover, since Abigail was not very smart, it was naturally best to control her. This was exactly what Cassius wanted. He would not let Gustave be used by women because of his feelings.

However, Sandra did not expect Abigail to suddenly not cooperate.

Sandra tried her best to control her emotions. She approached Abigail and said coldly,

“Abigail, I am doing this for your own good. Have you forgotten? We agreed before that if you give birth to a child for Gustave, he will marry you and treat you well.”

Gustave’s eyes were red. “Sandra, you are dreaming!”

Abigail grasped her hand tightly, her face pale as she shook her head. “But you never said that Gustave would not like it. I don’t want to do that anymore. Let’s go back. I don’t want to stay here anymore.”

Sandra became furious, and the tone of her suppressed voice changed. “It’s not up to you, Abigail. Do you really think that the Bullock family has raised you for so many years for nothing? If you want to stay in the Bullock family, then obediently bring Mr.

Walpole up.”

Sandra lowered her voice and pretended to tidy up Abigail’s collar. She leaned close to Abigail’s ear and only the two of them could hear her words.

lied to me. What do you mean I am Aurora? I am the person Gustave has been thinking about for

treated me well. Gustave is the first person who is truly good to me. He

fake!”

let me be a

that her face was trembling. “Abigail, are you crazy?”

grabbed the bag on the sofa

matter had to be done even if it

couldn’t be done.

Cassius‘ face was cold and calm. No one noticed that Gustave had silently sent

him and

servants and housekeepers of the Walpole family’s old house blocked the way outside, but they were useless.

with Gustave. Then he looked at Cassius, and his

over to support

There were beads

immediately said in a low voice, “Stop him, Darnell. You are not in

Cassius. He took a fruit

table.

my salary is not paid by you.”

he was speechless

and instructed a few servants, “What are you waiting for? Stop him! Do you want to

and scratched the fruit knife with his thumb. “Ms. Bullock, did you forget about what

a step closer. “The gun is not a real one. As for whether this

Darnell warily. “What are you trying

the guts to come here. Why don’t you guys take over? Who

swept his gaze over the servants beside him, and the servants

their heads.

yard of the villa, the butler

beaten

to earn some money, not to sell their lives. Only a

tip of a knife at this

and he was now angry. He wanted to chase after

so painful that he could not get up from the

knife, turned around, and immediately drove

villa.

had just driven out of the front yard of the old house and

the back seat suddenly said,

and turned around to look. “Mr.

already unbuttoned three or four buttons. The flickering light from outside the car window shone in, and Gustave’s facial outline was cold and flawless in the

glanced at him, and Darnell immediately looked away. He was

the knife.” The voice in the back seat was