I Want a Divorce by Abigail Quinn

Chapter 598 Time to Go Home

“Grandpa… Grandpa!” The voice of the girl was still replaying in Abigail’s mind. She couldn’t control herself, and she started crying. She grabbed Sean’s shirt tightly, crying, though she had no idea she was doing that.

A doctor came charging in, and chaos ensued. Sean had to pick Abigail up in his arms, and he quickly told Analise, “She probably remembered something.” Then, he took Abigail out of the room.

Analise took the box and followed Sean.

One whole day had gone by when Abigail regained her consciousness. She sat on the bed, muttering, “What happened… to Grandpa?”

“He was announced dead yesterday.” Sean looked at her, feeling-worried.

Abigail hugged her legs, staring at the white blanket vacantly. Silently.

Sean was still gazing at her, feeling sorrowful. “What did you remember?” Gary just woke up, and he died because he got too mad.

“Just little bits. I saw my younger self throwing paper airplanes while I was on Grandpa’s shoulders,” Abigail said slowly. “I saw myself falling into the sea. Where’s my golden lock?”

remember this lock, just a little bit. Do you know why I like designing? Because this lock has always been in my memories. It’s beautiful and timeless. I remember a hand holding it

knew that

cheek. “Whether you can

I want to remember everything. All the memories of me and Grandpa.” She had a feeling she liked

in a good state. Patricia seems to hate you

she heard that. “Because she likes Vincent a ton, even if

you killed her husband. None of this would’ve happened if you hadn’t gone to the ward, or so she thinks. She thinks you

us? Grandpa wouldn’t have been hospitalized if not for

go home. Are you going to do that?” Sean cared

hesitant about that. “I’ll ask Grandma,”

Abigail awake, she quickly came over. “You’re finally awake. You made me worry!” Analise was already sobbing and couldn’t say a word. “I was worried

but I’m better

said you’ve been exhausting yourself. You

Abigail commented meekly. Analise isn’t getting any younger. I shouldn’t make her worry. While Abigail was eating, she

wanted you to go back, and I want you to do the same. He left… with regrets, and I feel sad about it, too. I should never have lied and not let you go home. I couldn’t sleep well after seeing