I Want a Divorce (Abigail and Sean)

Chapter 803 Once Upon a Time

It is said that Abigail used to be his favorite. Whenever Sean had a disagreement with her, Old Mr. Graham always stood on her side.

Upon hearing this, Abigail frowned. "Why didn't you guys tell me?"

If she had known that Colby was sick, she would have definitely gone to see him as soon as she returned. Even if Lina was angry and didn't allow him to see her, she would kneel down just to catch a glimpse of him.

"You were busy those days, so we didn't want to bother you," Scarlett said gently.

Josh chimed in, "If you want to see him, I can go with you tomorrow. But we need to make an appointment with Sean first. Otherwise, we won't even get in the door."

"Okay. I'll talk to him," Abigail said. She knew she had to personally call Colby and apologize to him.

Josh nodded and didn't say much more.

Abigail went back to her room and dialed Sean's number.

As soon as the call connected, she said, "I want to talk to Grandfather."

"Maybe it's better if you come in person to talk to him." Sean's voice sounded a bit helpless. He knew what Abigail wanted to talk about, and he felt that she was being insincere.

What could they possibly talk about over the phone?

Abigail pursed her lips and said softly, "Okay. I understand."

Sean hung up the phone.

Abigail took a deep breath silently. Hopefully, giving a heads-up in advance would ensure that she wouldn't be blocked at the door tomorrow.

Abigail hardly slept that night. She even wondered if her jet lag was acting up, as she had been experiencing insomnia lately.

Early in the morning, she stood in front of the mirror, carefully applying concealer to her dark circles.

Scarlett watched her with concern. "Are you not used to being back?"

"It's okay." Abigail covered her dark circles, then turned to Scarlett and asked, "Do I look a bit more energetic now?"

"The tiredness on your face can be covered up, but what about your eyes? If you can't sleep well during the day, come to the gym with me so you won't have trouble falling asleep." Scarlett said as she handed her a lipstick, "Put on some. It will make you look healthier."

"Okay. I'll join you after I finish my work." Abigail thought to herself that she didn't have time to enjoy herself now.

She had no clue about Luna's situation.

When she was asleep, her dreams were always chaotic.

After breakfast, Abigail planned to go to Pendorf. She was about to pack up when she heard the maid say that there was a car parked outside.

"It's been parked for quite a while. About ten minutes." the maid told her.

Abigail grabbed her phone and went outside.

Opening the gate, she saw the license plate and raised an eyebrow. "You didn't go home last night?"

Sean leaned against the car window, his gaze slowly scanning her face, and replied evasively, "Is the jet lag bothering you?"

When Abigail returned, she did look refreshed, but as time passed, her spirits began to wane.

"Well, maybe." Abigail felt a bit awkward.

She couldn't believe he could tell she was wearing makeup.

Sean opened the car door and said casually, "Get in. Grandfather and Grandmother are waiting for you."

Abigail was taken aback, "Let me go get my things first."

"You just need to bring yourself. The extra stuff is unnecessary." Sean said in a deep voice.

Abigail hesitated for a moment, then got into the car with her phone in hand.

The car was quiet.

After a while, Abigail started to feel sleepy.

Sean didn't disturb her. He just asked Xavien to turn up the air conditioning.

When they arrived at the airport, Sean wasn't in a hurry.

Abigail was fast asleep, likely due to her restless night on the way back. The occasional honking of passing cars failed to rouse her.

Time crept by slowly.

Xavien, who was waiting outside, began to feel anxious.

They had missed their flight.

As noon approached, Sean reached out and gently tapped Abigail.

Lost in a chaotic dream of birch trees and the sea, with a hail of bullets, she ran and dodged them.

"Abigail!" Sean's voice broke through the fog.

In her dream, Abigail stopped and turned around, a bullet piercing her forehead.

All senses vanished in an instant.

She woke abruptly, gasping for air and reaching to touch her forehead.

"What's wrong?" Sean furrowed his brow, inquiring.

Abigail looked at his face, slowly realizing she was safe from the danger.

"It's nothing," she replied in a slightly hoarse voice.

Sean noticed the sweat on her neck and frowned. "If you're too tired, go back and rest. We can meet later."

Abigail waved her hand. "Aren't we at the airport?"

As she moved to open the door and exit the car, Sean grabbed her hand.

Their eyes locked.

Abigail saw the dominance in Sean's eyes, leaving no room for doubt. "What exactly did you encounter abroad?" Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

"Nothing," Abigail responded.

In reality, she was the one who had shot a bullet into someone else's forehead.

Since then, it had haunted her dreams.

It wasn't the first time she had dreamt of such a scene.

Sean held her hand tightly, his eyes slightly red. "You're not going to tell me?"

Abigail hesitated. Would she have said anything to him if she were her former self? Would she have confided in him?

It seemed she had forgotten who she used to be.

The experiences of the past six months were beyond anything she had ever imagined.