Chapter 156

Chapter 156 You Don’t Deserve Trust

Sean returned to his room and found Abigail in the shower. He decided to grab a book to read.

Just then, his phone started ringing.

When he picked it up, he saw an unfamiliar number, but one that he still recognized. He immediately

answered, his voice lacking its usual coldness.

“Hello, why are you calling me?” he inquired.

“Do you know what happened to Joan on set? For Abigail, you left her, and now the crew is deliberately

bullying her! She fell from high up and nob*dy cared about her!” The voice on the other end was

seething with anger.

Sean clenched his phone. “Is she at the hospital now?”

“How dare you ask me that? Low should I know?” the voice shot back, furious.

“I’ll call the set and find out,” Sean said, letting the person vent their frustration. Then, he Cameron a

message on WhatsApp.

sent

“Sean, if something happens to Joan, I’ll destroy you and myself!” The man then hung up at once.

Sean hurried downstairs without explaining his sudden departure to Dahlia.

“Why the rush…” Dahlia mumbled to herself.

Abigail emerged from the bathroom, but there was no sign of Sean. She a*sumed he was still

downstairs.

As she neared completion of half of her sketches, Sean still hadn’t returned.

Abigail sensed he might not be at the house and couldn’t help but feel frustrated.

Once again, it was Joan’s situation that called him away.

The next day, close to noon, Abigail was in her room. She sent messages to Sean, but it was like

shouting into a void.

She made a series of calls, and finally, Sean picked up.

“I’m quite busy here. If need be, you can have the driver pick you up over there.” Sean’s tone was

laced with a touch of indifference.

“Sean, if you keep acting like this and sneaking around with other women, then don’t force me to come

back home! Whose time are you wasting? You can’t even stay overnight! Are you in such a hurry to

meet your little fling?” Abigail’s chest heaved with anger.

“You have three days. When have I ever wasted your time? I have things to attend to. Can’t a little trust

in our relationship?” Sean’s voice carried a hint of irritation.

you have

“Trust? Is this how you earn my trust? Leaving me alone and running off to see your little fling? If you’re

so eager to go be with her, why don’t you agree to Grandpa’s suggestion for a divorce yesterday? What

gives you the right to string me along?” Abigail was seething.

“Divorce is all you talk abo Fine! Once I finish my business, we’ll go through with it! Since you don’t

believe me at all, I don’t see why we should continue this.” Sean’s words were cold.

“An unfaithful man like you has no right to be trusted!” Abigail forcefully hung up, trembling with

anger.

She thought, foolishly, that Sean really wanted to work on their relationship.

She thought that when he cleaned the house for her, defended her in front of Cornelie, and didn’t

divorce her despite Colby’s words, he wanted to change for the better.

Fantasizing about him was the biggest mistake she had ever made in her life.

She got up and planned to change her clothes and leave.

Just then, Dahlia came in with a pitcher of water.

“You’ve been upstairs all morning. I brought you some water. Have a drink,” Dahlia said gently, placing

the beautiful gla*s pitcher on the table.

Abigail glanced at it and thanked her.

“If you don’t feel like coming downstairs for lunch, I’ll bring it up to you,” Dahlia offered with a smile.

“Alright, thank you,” Abigail replied.

After Dahlia left, Abigail walked to the table, poured herself a gla*s of water, and took a sip.

Downstairs, Cornelie gave her a look, and after their eyes met, Dahlia went to the kitchen.

“I’m going over next door to play some cards. I won’t be back for lunch,” Colby said, then got up and

left.

Abigail had lunch and sat on the edge of the bed, planning to call a car.

Time pa*sed slowly, and soon, the door was pushed open. Dahlia entered the room with Cornelie.

Abigail lay on the bed. Her phone had fallen onto the carpet by the bedside.

“Take her to the guest room on the third floor,” Cornelie ordered.

Dahlia, along with two young maids, lifted Abigail up and dragged her upstairs.

Cornelie picked up her phone and followed them upstairs.

Abigail didn’t know how many days she had been lying in a daze, but she knew the room had been

dark the entire time.

Sean had been taking care of Joan in the hospital for four days when he received a call from Kevin.

“Sean, Luna called me. She wants to know where Abigail is. Her phone is off, and she hasn’t gone to

the set. The director is furious and has scolded Luna,” Kevin said cautiously.

Joan’s situation at the set had been exposed online after Sean personally went to inquire about it.

Her popularity on the set was low. When there was an issue with the harness and she fell from a great

height, some thought she was faking it. En route to the hospital, she went into shock.

Sean erupted in fury on set, and the show’s production had reached a point of no return, while Joan

remained in a coma.

As a result, Sean’s mood had been sour these past few days.