Chapter 74

Abigail flew into a rage. "Hand over the keys, Greg!" The fact that this house was accessible to someone other than herself was highly disturbing.

Greg gave her a look as he set the table, then said nonchalantly, "It's time for lunch."

She had a feeling that he was being evasive just to get on her nerves. "I said, hand me the keys," she ground out angrily.

He crossed his arms and eyed her for a while. He made no reply, and he showed not a trace of emotion. In fact, he was outright defying her.

Abigail did not back down, either. She steeled her shoulders and stared back at him, silently challenging him.

In the end, he caved first.

"So you won't eat unless I hand you the keys?" Greg asked. There was an indulgent edge to his resigned tone that even he did not notice.

At that moment, Abigail realized how pointless the argument was. It was like they had turned into two toddlers all of a sudden. When did I get so childish? Why do I always behave like a grade school kid whenever I hang around with Greg?

"You know what? Forget it. You can keep the keys." As she said this, she walked over to the dining table and surveyed the food. She was startled to see that all her favorite dishes were laid out.

"Allie told me these were your favorites, so I brought them over. How's your wound? Is it getting better?"

"It's fine; it won't be killing me anytime soon. You can leave now," she said coldly, chasing him out despite his kind gesture.

Greg's expression turned grim. He didn't understand why Abigail was treating him so passive-aggressively and why she was picking on him all the time. Wasn't she fine before? What's wrong with her? Is it that time of the month or something?

He was never one to stay and cajole a woman, so when he saw the stony look on her face, he grabbed his jacket and chucked it into the trash. When it landed in the bin with a thud, he had already turned and left.

Abigail frowned and stared at the jacket lying crumpled in the bin. There was a dejected gleam in her eyes, and for some reason, she didn't feel like eating anymore; the food before her had inexplicably lost its allure.

When the front door slammed shut, what followed was a wave of frustration that cascaded over her.

She was supposed to find this city familiar, seeing as she grew up here. But the only things she had left behind here were nightmares and twisted memories. There was nothing in this town to make her think of it fondly.

In particular, Greg was the person she had been most intimate with, but the fabric that tied them together was close to tatters at this point.

her mind. Frustration was welling up in her, and she

and Sasha live worry-free when I'm wallowing in

the thought of that, she grabbed her jacket and pulled it on, then drove over to the

house. Sasha had been so

don't have your money," Philip barked agitatedly when he saw Abigail, thinking that she was

offend Abigail, and she quickly asked

please don't hold it against her. We're family, after all, and we can settle this behind closed doors. There's no need to blow things out

very artistic way with words. She didn't offend Abigail in any way, but she certainly

men who are still interested in me after what happened to

when he heard this. "What do you mean men won't be interested? If a man is in a room with you and the lights are turned down, he'd still feel like he's won the lottery. I'll have Sasha keep an eye out for eligible bachelors for you. We'll get you a man better than Jonathan. The both of you are a thing

really think this all happened because of Jonathan? The nerve of this man. If I asked him to keep an eye out for prospective

I'm here today for one thing only: I want Emma to throw a press conference and publicly apologize to me for stealing my money, and I also want her to pay compensation. Without doing either

could hardly believe her audacity. "Are you out of your mind, Abigail?" Can't anyone subdue this crazy

agree to the terms, Abigail scoffed and drawled, "I leave the choice to you. I have plenty of ways to make Jonathan leave Emma if she doesn't do as I say, and I most certainly have the

her direction, but it missed her and smashed against the wall behind her instead. When it shattered, the fragments were

from her. "Oh, were you trying to hurt me? Do you really believe I'm the

him look

challenged angrily, with a dark fire burning in her eyes. If Philip moved against her now, it would only give her fair reason to beat him up

of her after she nearly cut him with a scalpel the last time. As such, he spat furiously, "To hell with you! If you won't turn the other cheek and let this thing with Emma die down, then I won't spare you a shred of mercy!"

fend off Abigail, she couldn't help the exasperation that

to admit to the crime, she would never be able to marry into the Frasers. Please spare her just this once," she pleaded as tears flowed down her cheeks, and she

waterworks indifferently and snorted as she said, "Spare her? I don't see you asking her to be so considerate when she made trouble for me. Why should I condone her when she's been nothing but horrible to me?"

that coming by to provoke Sasha and the others would make her feel better, but after seeing the woman's melodramatic

and stop Abigail from leaving. However, she was worried that the latter might make good on her threat and strike her, so she chased after her instead as she cried, "Abigail, don't be like this! Emma's still

entertain Sasha's pleading as she slid into the car, then closed the door

point, the rain started

her car aimlessly down the road. The scenery here was familiar, but it didn't hold

the curb and rolled down a fraction of her window. The breeze and a misty rain drifted into the

Abigail watched as the people on the streets hurried home. A self-effacing smile plastered itself across her face as she thought, Everyone seems to know where their home is,

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