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

is when things get busy. Go to

‘Good night’

the night deepened, Abigail was in a deep

furrowed her brow,

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knocked on, but there was no one

either Vincent or Patricia. It was unlikely to

sudden knock on her

Abigail ignored it.

door’s

as she was feeling annoyed, “Don’t act crazy outside. I’m in a bad

door right now! Abigail, I’m telling you. I won’t acknowledge

Abigail wasn’t very concerned.

to do with me. My parents acknowledge me, and that’s enough,” she said with a tone full of disdain. These elderly people thought

one’s roots was a very

for Abigail, it was a trivial matter. She cared about what others thought

didn’t even remember Patricia; why would she care about what

pounded on the

what are you doing?” Lawrence’s angry voice came from

might leave a scar in the future.

on the face; she’s still alive. Why are you so worried?”

you say that?”

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

played double standards quite

Abby’s sleep. She has to go

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dare you talk to me like this?” Patricia said and began to wail in front of Abigail’s door. “Oh! My husband is not here,