My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 497

Every single word Abigail uttered was filled with the contempt of a person who was superior to others—it was her disdain toward Alba and Rudy.

She didn't have the slightest bit of guilt even until now. The anxiety in her tone was only there because she was afraid that May would blame her.

Abigail quickly came to a pause after being harshly scolded by May, but she soon nervously asked, "Are you blaming me, May?"

May's face was now covered in tears as she stood in front of me. She looked as though she couldn't make sense of Abigail's thoughts. She soon reached out to wipe her tears, but she somehow couldn't control her emotions as the more tears rolled out the harder she wiped.

She choked, "So, your brother is noble, and Alba was lowly? Abigail, times have changed too much for you to still have such thoughts. I don't know what to say to you now, but there is no such thing as a noble or lowly person. Alba was no worse than your brother, and your brother is no nobler than Alba!"

"May, don't you know what a brilliant man Alfred is? As the sole heir of the Larson Family, he's the richest man in the world! Moreover, he is good at everything. He is exceptionally handsome, and he loves you so much. What did Alba and Rudy have to offer? You are taking Alfred for granted, May. Please, stop making things difficult for him. Besides, I was the one who did all this. If you want to blame someone, blame me. And if scolding me is what will get you to vent, do it. I understand."

Abigail still didn't know what she had done wrong. She was even oblivious to the sadness and irony in May's tone.

Right from the start, she didn't have the slightest hint of guilt because she thought of Alba's death as something as insignificant as squashing an ant. Her brother was the only one whom she cared about. Just how selfish and cruel could she be?!

I couldn't even begin to imagine what Alba experienced in the last two minutes before his death. He must have felt the greatest despair in the world, and yet the perpetrator was bringing this up so nonchalantly!

"You're heartless, Abigail…"

Not getting through to Abigail or changing Abigail's deep-rooted thoughts, May cut the meaningless call and threw herself into my arms as she cried her heart out.

"My heart's broken, Renee."

I could understand how broken she felt when I saw her cry. As I held my wailing friend tight, she continued to sob, "Alba drove me away once. I knew why he was willing to go back to his family… That's why I didn't mind waiting for him! I understood his circumstances! Look at me now. I ended up waiting for nothing. Alba is dead. We even fought before he was gone. This is something that I can never forgive myself for! The world's a sh*t place, Renee. I don't mind the wait, but why is it so difficult for us to want our own happiness? What should I do now? Should I divorce Alfred? But I promised him that I'm his for the rest of my life unless he asks for a divorce. Also, he hasn't done any wrong. His sister was the one who did all this without his knowledge, but how am I supposed to put up with being with him?"

May being so sure that Alfred was clueless about this illustrated how much trust she had in him. It was just that everyone was in an awkward position because of what had happened.

After all, everything Abigail did was for Alfred!

"May," I replied. "Do you still want to be with Sir Larson?"

I wanted to know what she really thought.

"I do. He cherishes me… He feels like home. I don't know if I love him, but I did promise him I'd stay with him for life. I wouldn't dare go back on my word."

May had grown apprehensive.

I didn't know what I could do to comfort her, so I could only watch her get sadder. After I coaxed her for a while, she picked up her phone again to give Sir a call.

Even with her tears streaming down her face, she refused to give up even when her calls repeatedly reached a busy tone. Fortunately, Sir accepted her call at last.

"May." Sir's gentle voice rang out from the other end of the call.

"Alfred, Abigail contacted me earlier." May tried hard to keep her tearful voice calm. She didn't want to let him see her being weak and sad.

Sir only asked after a brief pause, "What for?"

"She admitted that she was the one who did it. Why did you hide it from me? Did you want me to misunderstand you, Alfred?"

Both May and I heard his soft reply coming from the phone then. "May, it's true that she was the one who did it, but her way of thinking… My parents and all the other elders pamper her because she's the only daughter in my family, that's why she… she's always been a little selfish and condescending. The family is all that she cares about. She doesn't care about anyone else's life or death. I've always scolded her and even distanced myself from her because of this, but she's my sister no matter what. As her older brother, I'm obligated to take responsibility for her wrongdoings. Also, it wouldn't change a thing even if I told you that she was the one who did it.

"Abigail is one of the Larsons, and your not forgiving the family naturally means that you won't forgive me either. I don't want you to hate us. At the very least, you'll still be the honorable Mrs. Larson. Just… pretend that it was all me. Hate me."

At Alfred's reasonable explanation, May stayed quiet for a second before suddenly asking, "Do you think Alba was a lowly person as well, Alfred? Have you always looked down on him?"