Abigail’s Second Life

Chapter 213 Too Late

Sean hesitated to respond to Lynette's question.

Josh cast one final glance at Sean before departing.

Seeing as no response would be forthcoming, Lynette scoffed and sat on the side. She thought, I'm going to stay right here today. I'll prove to Abby that she can rely on me!

Abigail and Eric briefly waited in the hospital lobby before Josh caught up with them.

"Why are you guys here?" Abigail asked coolly as soon as Josh approached.

"We were worried about you, so we came over to check on you," Josh replied.

He wasn't great at communicating and didn't know how to interact with her. The thought of her possibly being his sister made him nervous. He didn't know what to do with himself. Noticing Josh's anxiety, Eric spoke for him, saying, "We were worried you'd get bullied if you were alone. We know Sean's grandma is the reason your grandma's in the hospital." Abigail nodded, appearing despondent. "I'm fine. I won't let anyone bully me."

"Why don't we grab a bite to eat?" Josh suggested.

She agreed with a hum.

She was worried about leaving

care.

happens to me, who will care for Grandma? Besides, the

and Josh expressed deep concern for her, who appeared noticeably thinner. She bore a heavy burden,

hospital. You've seen what you came to see, so you should go back now. It won't be

Eric said with a

their company, especially to Josh. As a

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take his words to heart. Their concern and protectiveness felt more like a burden

she put in

Now that he was finally alone with Abigail again,

been agitated since his return but now looked calm, eyeing him coldly, showing no interest

we have to get a

but not anymore. This time was different. It wasn't

harm everyone in my family before you consider divorce? Whether it's Joan or your grandma, they act

make amends for your suffering and your grandma's," Sean vowed, clenching his fists. Even his jaw was tense. "And Joan and I were never in

bore responsibility for the

marry you. It's my fault. I forced you to marry me. It was wrong of me. You don't love me. I deserve to suffer at your hands, but three years is