Abigail’s Second Life (Abigail Quinn)

Chapter 855 The Appearance Of Sean Graham

The car pulled up outside the hospital where Luna was undergoing treatment.

Jonell propped himself up and asked Anderson, "Which ward is she in?"

"Want me to show you the way?" Anderson offered.

After a moment's hesitation, Jonell decided to rise from the iron-framed bed.

His assistant, Perry Gomez, reached out to halt him. "Mr. Davison, it's best you stay put. We'll handle things here."

With potential threats lurking in the hospital, there would be no time for escape.

Jonell settled back down and turned to Anderson. "Can you take him there?"

Anderson didn't object.

"Get a few more guys to go with him," Jonell instructed Perry.

Perry nodded and picked out six skilled comrades to accompany Anderson.

The group made their way toward the hospital. But before they could even step inside, silenced guns took down several men.

Perry was about to duck when Anderson pulled a gun from his waist, pressed it against Perry's lower back, and fired a shot.

There was silence in the air.

Perry spun around, disbelief written all over his face as he faced Anderson, who had a wide grin on his lips. "S-Sean…" He opened his mouth to speak, but his voice trailed off before he collapsed to

the ground.

The bodyguards were taken aback by the scene. Unfortunately, they swiftly collapsed to the ground as well.

Anderson stealthily made his way into the hospital.

...

Jonell had been waiting in the car for half an hour, and he grew increasingly anxious. He took out his phone and dialed Perry's number.

The call went through, but there was no answer.

"Something's not right!" He told one of his bodyguards.

Mike also stood up and addressed Keith. "Take three of your guys and go check it out, but be careful!"

"You two, go with them!" Jonell called out to two others.

Inside the car, Jonell's men were down to three, while Mike's men, including himself, totaled seven.

The atmosphere in the car late at night became tense.

After one of Mike's men and Jonell's bodyguard had been absent for about five minutes, Mike broke the silence with a low, serious tone and addressed Jonell directly, "Mr. Davison, given the circumstances, it looks like getting out of Monfort might not be easy."

Jonell's face tightened, and his lips pressed into a thin line.

"If you have anyone else, now's the time to call them. Or if there's a safe place we can lay low, we should go there now. Going back to the hospital is too risky. Look at how few of us are left." Mike's expression darkened as he spoke. NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

Jonell's mind drifted to Anderson.

If Anderson was here, he wouldn't be talking to me like this.

"There's a factory nearby with more people there, but should we wait for Anderson?" Jonell's anxiety grew.

The factory represented his last defense. If it fell, it would be all over. Plus, he couldn't risk revealing its location to strangers until absolutely necessary.

Except for Anderson…

"Anderson might be dead already." Mike's voice sent shivers down his spine.

With a serious expression, Jonell countered, "Anderson might lack skills, but he's a sly one."

At his response, Mike arched an eyebrow and smirked. "Oh, really?"

There was something unsettling about his smile.

Jonell sensed trouble brewing, but he barely had time to react before Mike pointed his submachine gun at him. "Where's the d*mn factory?"

"I've been of assistance to you!" Jonell yelled.

"Do you know which team we belong to from Thesos?" Mike's gaze turned downright menacing, and a glint of violence flickered in his eyes.

Jonell had only three bodyguards by his side.

After a moment's hesitation, they bolted.

But Mike's men were faster, and before they could make their escape, all three were lying lifeless on the ground.

"Yeah, Anderson's a sly one. That's why you never see the trap until it snaps shut and why you've grown to rely on him," Mike taunted and leaned in closer to Jonell with a derisive grin.

Jonell felt his mind racing, his scalp tingling as he gradually regained his senses, and his thoughts momentarily jumbled. He had sensed something amiss on several occasions... and now he was certain something was terribly wrong.

Anderson was the root of the problem.

As Mike's words faded, Anderson, accompanied by Keith, climbed into the car.

Jonell had crossed paths with Sean before, and he noticed that Anderson's arrogant and mocking gaze mirrored Sean's.

"Sean Graham!" Jonell bellowed in fury.

But his wound caused him to lean on the iron bed in pain, and his face drained of color. At that moment, his once youthful face aged significantly.

Sean approached him slowly with an unfamiliar expression and uttered, "I offered you a chance previously, yet you chose to defy me. If you had released Luna and Eric, you wouldn't be in this predicament."

Hatred blazed in Jonell's eyes. He wished he could grab a gun and end it all right then with Sean, but the latter was quicker and fired shots that shattered his tendons.

The excruciating scream caused Jonell to collapse onto the bed.

He lifted his head and stared at Sean in disbelief. "You could easily kill me, so why don't you?!"

"What you did to Luna caused Abigail to live a life of turmoil for over a year. Do you think settling the score with yourself is enough?" Sean grabbed his hair as fury blazed in his eyes.

"3 million dollars. Do you have any idea how many lives were destroyed because of that money? Some were elderly individuals who had endured hardships throughout their lives, while others were college students who relied on a few thousand dollars to alter their destinies by pursuing higher education. Because of you, they have all chosen to end their lives!" Sean said through gritted teeth as he tightened his grip.

Jonell started to chuckle, and gradually, it turned into a burst of uncontrollable laughter. "And what about it? Are you giving me a lecture on humanity?"

Sean's hand came down hard and delivered several stinging slaps across Jonell's face.

Jonell was in too much pain to respond, and blood oozed from the corner of his mouth. There was no laughter, only a grimace of agony.