I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 91 She Might Escape

For the first time, Abigail barged into Sean’s bedroom without care. She stood at the doorway, her eyes glistening with tears.

Sean was already displeased with her over the case of Victor. Before she could say anything, he mocked, “You came all the way here crying so I wouldn’t send him away?”

Abigail didn’t want to argue with him. “Grandma fell. I need to take a break to see her.” She was only worried about her grandmother at the moment.

Sean stopped mocking her, and he stood up. “Go out. I’ll be there in a moment.”

Abigail thought he would threaten her with her work, but it went smoother than she expected.

The night was approaching. Abigail came out of the hotel, pacing around the doorway in a hurry. A moment later, Sean’s car slowly came out of the parking lot. When the car stopped before her, Abigail felt her heart calming down a little.

Right after she took the seat beside Sean, he asked, “Do you know what happened to your grandmother?”

her phone, her fingers trembling. “Julie said she’s in the emergency room. I

young as she used to

but the moment he held her hand, slivers of warmth swam into her and encased her chilly heart. She looked at Sean. There was exhaustion in his eyes, and he was

something in her had changed, but Abigail thought he looked a bit softer that night, unlike his usual self. She had a

into the ward with Analise. Sean took Abigail into the ward. Abigail felt much more relieved seeing that her grandmother was fine. She broke free of Sean’s hand and lunged at Analise’s bed. She held Analise’s hand, and

my leg a little.

history. It was just a sprain, and her bones were

Sean was exhausted, and she waved at him. “Must’ve gotten in the way of your work, Sean. Sorry I had to trouble you even when you

held Analise’s wrinkly hand. For once, he

“Look at you. So tired, but you still came all the way here. This is my fault. I’ll go back once my leg is healed. You kids

it,” said

went to a corner and summoned Julie over, then she asked how this whole thing happened. Julie said that she was cleaning the kitchen, and Analise insisted on taking the trash out. She fell

go home and get some rest. I’ll deal with things here.” Abigail

had drifted to sleep while she was talking

I can deal with this alone. She should be discharged tomorrow, and I’m coming back

to drive all the way from the set to the

“You’re

exhausted too?”

his tongue and held Abigail’s hand. “Your grandmother’s fine,” he said softly,