Chapter 598 Time to Go Home

“Grandpa… Grandpa!” The voice of the girl was still replaying in Abigail’s mind. She couldn’t control herself, and she started crying. She grabbed Sean’s shirt tightly, crying, though she had no idea she was doing that.

A doctor came charging in, and chaos ensued. Sean had to pick Abigail up in his arms, and he quickly told Analise, “She probably remembered something.” Then, he took Abigail out of the room.

Analise took the box and followed Sean.

One whole day had gone by when Abigail regained her consciousness. She sat on the bed, muttering, “What happened… to Grandpa?”

“He was announced dead yesterday.” Sean looked at her, feeling-worried.

Abigail hugged her legs, staring at the white blanket vacantly. Silently.

Sean was still gazing at her, feeling sorrowful. “What did you remember?” Gary just woke up, and he died because he got too mad.

“Just little bits. I saw my younger self throwing paper airplanes while I was on Grandpa’s shoulders,” Abigail said slowly. “I saw myself falling into the sea. Where’s my golden lock?”

she stared at it. “I remember this lock, just a little bit. Do you know why I like designing? Because

knew that hand belonged

pinched her cheek. “Whether you can remember or not means nothing now, Abigail.”

All the memories of me and Grandpa.” She had a feeling she liked Gary the most

good state. Patricia seems to hate you a lot,” Sean

Vincent a ton, even if that man killed

this would’ve happened if you hadn’t gone to the ward, or so she thinks. She thinks you shouldn’t go back home at this moment in time, and she blames your parents for

us? Grandpa wouldn’t have been hospitalized if

to go home. Are you going to do that?” Sean cared more

hesitant about that. “I’ll ask Grandma,”

came over. “You’re finally awake. You made me worry!” Analise was already sobbing and couldn’t say a word. “I was worried sick…”

remembered some memories, and it hurt my head, but I’m better now.” Abigail wasn’t in

doctor said you’ve been exhausting yourself. You have to get some rest. Don’t work too much.”

Abigail commented meekly. Analise isn’t getting any younger. I shouldn’t make her worry. While Abigail was eating, she

left… with regrets, and I feel sad about it, too. I should

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