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.

to grow thinner as each despondent thought crossed her mind. Frustration was welling up

began to wonder, Why should Emma and Sasha live worry-free when I'm wallowing

of that, she grabbed her jacket and pulled

nearly threw her out of the house. Sasha had been so shaken that it took her a while to placate him,

money," Philip barked agitatedly when he saw Abigail,

and she quickly asked the maids to serve

before she acted, so please don't hold it against her. We're family, after all, and we can settle this behind closed doors. There's no need

words. She didn't offend Abigail in any way, but she certainly did not throw

there are men who are still interested in me

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

nerve of this man. If I asked him to keep an eye out for prospective husbands for

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.

of your

ways to make Jonathan leave Emma if she doesn't do as I say, and

Philip hurled a glass in her direction, but it missed her and smashed against the wall

were you trying to hurt me? Do you really believe I'm the

brows drew together when he heard this, and he consciously took a step back. Then, realizing that this made him look cowardly, he grew angry and bellowed, "What do

she 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 like a punching bag, and she

furiously, "To hell with you! If you won't turn the other cheek and let this

fend off Abigail, she couldn't help the exasperation that seized her. Philip had retreated,

there? We've already wired the money back to you, anyway, so let's forget about the apology. If Emma were to admit to the crime, she would never be able to marry into the

regarded Sasha's 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

make her feel better, but after seeing the woman's melodramatic and pretentious face, she only felt

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 your sister at the end

pleading as she slid into

rain

car aimlessly down the road. The scenery here was familiar, but

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

smile plastered itself across her face as she thought, Everyone seems to know where their home is, but what about me? Where's my home? She lost her only home in the

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