Abigail’s Second Life

Chapter 156 You Don't Deserve Trust

Sean returned to his room and found Abigail in the shower. He decided to grab a book to read.

Just then, his phone started ringing.

When he picked it up, he saw an unfamiliar number, but one that he still recognized. He immediately answered, his voice lacking its usual coldness.

"Hello, why are you calling me?" he inquired.

"Do you know what happened to Joan on set? For Abigail, you left her, and now the crew is deliberately bullying her! She fell from high up and nobody cared about her!" The voice on the other end was seething with anger.

Sean clenched his phone. "Is she at the hospital now?"

"How dare you ask me that? Low should I know?" the voice shot back, furious.

"I'll call the set and find out," Sean said, letting the person vent their frustration. Then, he Cameron a message on WhatsApp.

sent

"Sean, if something happens to Joan, I'll destroy you and myself!" The man then hung up at once.

Sean hurried downstairs without explaining his sudden departure to Dahlia.

Dahlia mumbled to

the bathroom, but there was no sign of Sean. She assumed he

neared completion of half of her

at the house and

it was Joan's situation that

was in her room. She sent messages to Sean, but it was like

calls, and

quite busy here. If need be, you can have the driver pick you up over there." Sean's tone was laced with

like this and sneaking around with other women, then don't force me to come back home! Whose time are you wasting? You can't even stay overnight! Are you in such a

ever wasted your time? I have things to attend to. Can't a little trust in

see your little fling? If you're so eager to go be with her, why don't you agree to Grandpa's suggestion for a divorce yesterday? What gives you the

all you talk abo Fine! Once I finish my business, we'll go through with it! Since you don't believe me at all, I don't

right to be trusted!" Abigail

anger.

foolishly, that Sean really wanted to work

defended her in front of Cornelie, and didn't divorce her despite Colby's words, he wanted to change for

to change

in with a pitcher of

been upstairs all morning. I brought you some water. Have a drink," Dahlia said gently, placing the beautiful glass pitcher on the table. Abigail glanced at it and thanked

lunch, I'll bring it

you,"

to the table, poured herself a glass of