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.

half of her sketches, Sean still

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

it was Joan’s

room. She sent messages

of calls,

pick

women, then don’t force me to come back home! Whose time are you wasting? You can’t even stay overnight! Are you in such a hurry to meet

have I ever wasted your time? I have things to attend to. Can’t a little trust in

you have

you earn my trust? Leaving me alone and running off to see your little fling? If you’re so eager to go be with her, why don’t you agree to Grandpa’s suggestion for a divorce yesterday? What gives you the right to string me

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

you has no right to

anger.

Sean really wanted

for her, defended her in front of Cornelie, and didn’t divorce her despite Colby’s words,

was the biggest mistake she had ever

up and planned to change her

in

all morning. I brought you some water. Have a

at it

you don’t feel like coming downstairs for lunch, I’ll bring it up to

thank you,” Abigail

left, Abigail walked to the table, poured herself a glass of water, and took

look, and after their eyes met, Dahlia

next door to play some cards. I won’t be