I Want a Divorce by Abigail Quinn

Chapter 384 Crippled Drawing Hand

During the meal, Abigail realized that Maisy had never once looked away from her.

Honestly speaking, it was making her feel embarrassed.

“Did you design the dress you’re wearing?” Maisy gently asked just as the meal was coming to a

close.

“Yes.” Abigail nodded.

Her dress was made of a very comfortable fabric in a neutral color and was covered in highly detailed and realistic embroidery. It was a variation of the classic princess line.

A flash of sorrow appeared on Maisy’s face. “I should have asked you to sell me the dress no matter what back then. Your designs are beautiful

Abigail did not know if that was just flattery, but she still smiled in response. “Thank you.”

“Let me escort you to the car, Grandmother,” Eric chimed in.

“Okay,” Maisy dotingly said.

It was clear he was afraid Maisy would upset Abigail. It seemed he would be a man who did everything his wife asked in the future.

The moment the two of them left, Abigail let out a loud sigh of relief.

As Eric escorted Maisy out of the hotel, she suddenly asked, “If you like her that much, why did you tell Josh you would be getting engaged to the Pearsons’ daughter?”

“The Pearsons have been targeting her because I like her. I don’t want to drag her down.” Eric could not tell Maisy about what happened with Kelly. After all, Kelly was the daughter the Pearsons searched high and low for. He was certain that Maisy would stand on the Pearsons’ side.

“Abigail looks a lot like Scarlett. Do you think the Pearsons have the wrong girl?” Maisy wondered with a frown.

Abigail was Scarlett’s daughter. There was no need for a paternity test to

alike, but none of them are related. Eric thought it was a pity as well. It would be nice if Abigail was Scarlett’s daughter. That

composed young girl who’s also quite brilliant. In terms of personality,

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it a shame. Why couldn’t

mood soured when he saw

on parkour shows, right? The parkour track we

with a

was parkour, she breathed

they arrived at the location,

Unfortunately, all of that had been replaced with equipment covered

soft

We won’t make it

forced to race each other. The loser

the cylindrical bridge, she suddenly felt her feet

was oil on the

the bridge, she triggered a switch that

holding her up were also spinning as she fell. When everything stopped, her right

of agony shot up her arm, causing

sensed that something was wrong as he swiftly shouted,

was sprawled out on the cylindrical bridge, too scared

horror.

right hand was being wrapped

to be torn off!” Eric shouted as

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he stood there and watched for a few long minutes. before eventually calling for someone to get Abigail out of the

passed before Abigail was finally rescued. As Eric waded out of the water with her figure in his arms, everyone

water.