I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 156 You Don’t Deserve Trust

Sean returned to his room and found Abigail in the shower. He decided to grab a book to read.

Just then, his phone started ringing.

When he picked it up, he saw an unfamiliar number, but one that he still recognized. He immediately answered, his voice lacking its usual coldness.

“Hello, why are you calling me?” he inquired.

“Do you know what happened to Joan on set? For Abigail, you left her, and now the crew is deliberately bullying her! She fell from high up and nobody cared about her!” The voice on the other end was seething with anger.

Sean clenched his phone. “Is she at the hospital now?”

“How dare you ask me that? Low should I know?” the voice shot back, furious.

“I’ll call the set and find out,” Sean said, letting the person vent their frustration. Then, he Cameron a message on WhatsApp.

sent

“Sean, if something happens to Joan, I’ll destroy you and myself!” The man then hung up at once.

Sean hurried downstairs without explaining his sudden departure to Dahlia.

“Why the rush…” Dahlia mumbled to herself.

Abigail emerged from the bathroom, but there was no sign of Sean. She assumed he was still downstairs.

neared completion of half of her sketches, Sean still

he might not be at the house and couldn’t help

Joan’s situation that

in her room. She sent messages to Sean, but it was like shouting into

of calls, and

the driver pick you up over there.” Sean’s tone was laced with a touch

then don’t force me to come back home! Whose time are you wasting? You can’t even stay overnight! Are

things to attend to. Can’t a little trust in our relationship?” Sean’s voice carried

you have

see your little fling? If you’re so eager to go be with

talk abo Fine! Once I finish my business, we’ll go through with it! Since you don’t believe

you has no right to be trusted!” Abigail forcefully hung

anger.

really

that when he cleaned the house for her, defended her in front of Cornelie, and didn’t divorce her

was the biggest mistake she had ever made in her

and planned to change her

then, Dahlia came in with a pitcher

water. Have a drink,” Dahlia said gently, placing the beautiful glass pitcher on the

glanced at it and thanked

lunch, I’ll bring it up to you,” Dahlia

you,” Abigail

table, poured herself a glass

a look, and after their

some cards. I won’t