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.

of her sketches,

be at the

Joan’s situation

her room. She sent messages to Sean, but

made a series of calls, and finally, Sean

If need be, you can have the driver pick you up over there.” Sean’s tone was laced with

this and sneaking around with other women, then don’t force me to come back home! Whose time are you wasting? You can’t

have things to attend to. Can’t a

you have

you’re so eager to go be with her, why don’t you agree to

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

man like you has no right to be trusted!” Abigail forcefully

anger.

really wanted to work

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

the biggest mistake she had ever made in

up and planned to change her clothes and

Dahlia came in with

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

glanced at it and thanked

downstairs for lunch, I’ll

you,” Abigail

to the table, poured herself a glass of water, and

and after their eyes met, Dahlia went

play some cards. I won’t be back for lunch,” Colby said, then