I Want a Divorce by Abigail Quinn

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.

agreed with a

scarfed her food down. She was worried about

care.

keep herself in good shape, thinking, If something happens to me, who will care for

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

heading back to the hospital. You’ve seen what you came to see, so you should go back now. It won’t be good if Grandma sees you when she wakes up.” She stood up and said

said

time. Analise had an aversion to their company, especially to Josh.

happens, we’re always on your side,” Josh

didn’t take his words to heart. Their concern and protectiveness felt more like

the hospital, she put in considerable

that he was finally alone with Abigail

return but now looked calm, eyeing him coldly, showing no interest in talking.

looked serious. “Do we

brought up the topic of divorce, he had been confident it wouldn’t ome to pass. He used to be carefree, but not anymore. This time was different. It wasn’t just a matter between them now; their families were also in

in my family before you consider divorce? Whether it’s Joan or your grandma, they act boldly

Just thinking of Lina reminded her of what happened to her grandmother. Her resentment was permanent, and she could

clenching his fists. Even his jaw was tense. “And Joan and I were never in a

true that he bore responsibility for the conflict between

I forced you to marry me. It was wrong of me. You don’t love me.