I Want a Divorce by Abigail Quinn

Chapter 233 Drop The Lawsuit

Abigail held her phone tightly, her face filled with a cold determination.

“Sean, if anything happens to my grandmother, I will ensure Kingston and Joan pay with their lives!” she declared, then forcefully hung up.

She had concrete evidence that was enough to ruin Joan’s reputation! Who would have thought that Kingston would stoop so low as to kidnap Analise?

As for trusting Sean… she’d rather believe that pigs could fly.

Abigail took a deep breath, calming her emotions. She then dialed Luna’s number.

“Hey, why are you calling me now? Is it because Grandma misses me? Tell her, as soon as I have the time, I’ll come visit…” Luna’s voice, full of warmth and affection, greeted Abigail as soon as the call/connected.

Abigail couldn’t help but feel her nose tingle upon hearing Luna’s voice.

She choked back her tears. “Luna, immediately cancel the lawsuit. Make sure the news spreads so that Joan finds out.”

“Why?” Luna’s voice, that was filled with excitement, now brimmed with anger. “They’ve done so many wicked things. How can we let them off the hook? Is it because of Sean?”

Mentioning Sean seemed to strike a chord, and Luna launched into a barrage of curses, sparing no aspect.

isn’t worth cursing. What’s wrong with you? You’re

“I’m not.”

a hint of weariness. “Luna, right now, I want Sean and Joan to pay for their wicked deeds more than anyone else, but they’ve got me cornered

“Cornered? Is it…”

you let Joan

Luna to respond, she

Luna’s help; it was just that a more formidable adversary

you doing here?”

had appeared at the door,

filled with a blood–red hue, and the look she

look sent a shiver down Sean’s spine, and he somehow could keenly sense

thought it was

couldn’t find any reason to deceive himself. Abigail’s eyes held an unabashed hatred with no

“Abigail, I can explain…”

between us. If you truly want to do something for your beloved, then persuade her to release my grandmother. Otherwise… it will be a fight to the

clenched her fists,

her, she suddenly

of searching for Kingston like finding a needle in a haystack, it was better to have

no choice but to drag them all down