I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 213 Too Late

Sean hesitated to respond to Lynette’s question.

Josh cast one final glance at Sean before departing.

Seeing as no response would be forthcoming, Lynette scoffed and sat on the side. She thought, I’m going to stay right here today. I’ll prove to Abby that she can rely on me!

Abigail and Eric briefly waited in the hospital lobby before Josh caught up with them.

“Why are you guys here?” Abigail asked coolly as soon as Josh approached.

“We were worried about you, so we came over to check on you,” Josh replied.

He wasn’t great at communicating and didn’t know how to interact with her. The thought of her possibly being his sister made him nervous. He didn’t know what to do with himself.

Noticing Josh’s anxiety, Eric spoke for him, saying, “We were worried you’d get bullied if you were alone. We know Sean’s grandma is the reason your grandma’s in the hospital.”

Abigail nodded, appearing despondent. “I’m fine. I won’t let anyone bully me.”

“Why don’t we grab a bite to eat?” Josh suggested.

with

food down. She

care.

to keep herself in good shape, thinking, If something happens to me, who will care for Grandma? Besides, the studio needs me… Also, Lexie’s gown hasn’t

for her, who appeared noticeably thinner. She bore a heavy

meal in less than ten minutes. “I’m done. I’m heading back to the hospital. You’ve seen what you came to see, so you should go back

said

Analise had an aversion to their company, especially to

we’re always on your side,”

heart. Their concern and protectiveness felt more like a burden to

in the hospital, she put in considerable effort to

was finally alone with Abigail again, he

showing no interest in talking. “What’s there for us to talk about? Her

we have

not anymore. This time was different. It wasn’t

now. Must your grandma harm everyone in my family before you

could never reconcile with Lina. Just thinking of Lina reminded her of what happened to her grandmother. Her resentment was permanent, and she could never forgive Lina for

and your grandma’s,” Sean vowed, clenching his fists. Even his jaw was tense. “And Joan

bore responsibility for the conflict

very beginning, I shouldn’t have chosen to marry you. It’s my fault. I forced you to marry me. It was wrong of me. You don’t love me. I deserve to suffer at your hands, but three years is enough.

Grandma wakes divorce proceedings.” With