I Want a Divorce by Abigail Quinn

Chapter 610 Mourning in the Middle of the Night

They thought it was Abigail’s fault.

However, without the despicable actions of Vincent and his wife, would things have escalated to this point?

After dinner, Abigail returned to her room to draw.

Sean sat beside her and said in a low voice, “Vincent and his daughter are too arrogant. Do you agree if I teach them a lesson?”

“Teaching them a lesson at this time won’t help. If we upset Old Mrs. Pearson, it won’t do any good for our reputation. The best way is to expose the bad things Vincent has done as soon as possible,” Abigail replied calmly as she continued sketching.

“Josh has been investigating, but it seems there hasn’t been much progress.” Seán tapped his temple with his finger lightly.

If things didn’t go well, he might have to step in personally.

Abigail glanced at him. “What if you investigate?”

“If I investigate, it will take some time. Also, if I’don’t show up here frequently, Vincent and those. behind him will be even more cautious. That’s why I let your brother handle it,” Sean explained. Then, he stood up and walked over to the couch.”

Abigail nodded and didn’t say much.

After finishing her work, she realized that he had left at some point.

After taking a shower and lying on the bed, she sent Sean’a message.

“When did you leave?”

“You were focused on drawing, and when I spoke to you, you ignored me, so I left.

Abigail felt that Sean’s message carried a hint of resentment.

her phone and

is when things get busy. Go to

‘Good night’

in a deep

her brow, and

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only knocked on, but there was no one

or Patricia. It was unlikely to

on her door.

Abigail ignored it.

a while, the door’s lock began

annoyed, “Don’t act crazy outside. I’m in a bad mood right

outside suddenly quieted down, and soon, Patricia’s voice came through. “Open the door right now! Abigail, I’m telling you. I won’t acknowledge you as my granddaughter.

Abigail wasn’t very concerned.

not has nothing to do with me. My parents acknowledge me, and that’s enough,” she said with a tone full of

was a

for Abigail, it was a trivial matter. She cared about what others thought only if they treated

even remember Patricia; why would she care about what

on

angry

a minor burn. It might leave

ruthless compared to Vincent. It’s just a burn on the face; she’s still alive. Why are you so worried?” Scarlett’s voice was

could you say that?”

Patricia accused others of not speaking properly while her beloved Vincent did

played double standards quite

She has to go

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far. How dare you talk to me like this?” Patricia said and began to wail in front of Abigail’s door. “Oh! My husband is