Chapter 199
I Want a Divorce
Chapter 199 Abigailâs Secret Background
Sean emerged from Abigailâs hospital room early the next morning. The warmth on his face had faded,
leaving in its wake a cold demeanor.
Cameron immediately looked at him.
The two of them walked to a more secluded area away from the hospital room. Sean leaned against
the wall and maintained his gaze on Abigailâs room door. His tone was icy as he said, âMake sure to
investigate thoroughly whether Abigailâs situation is related to Joan. On top of that, keep a close eye on
Kingston.â
Sean was not going to let what happened to Abigail slide, even if it turned out that Joan was involved.
However, if Joan was really involved, then he would need to protect her again.
Kingston posed a big problem for Sean, meaning he must carefully plan his next move,
Abigail had been hospitalized for a âweek and planned to return to Ouisford. The embroidery work that
she left unfinished required her immediate attention, but she had also sent Cameron away and instead
asked Lynette to accompany her
Since she intended to cooperate with the Pearsons and the Davidsons, she naturally agreed to make a
good impression on Lynette. After all, Lynette seemed easy to get along with. Meanwhile, Cameron
clung to Abigail like a shadow, following her wherever she went. It was getting quite annoying as she
couldnât afford to have him trailing her when she needed to handle business.
âWhen we arrive in Ouisford, you can return to help at your cousinâs shop. Iâll be safe in the embroidery
studio,â Abigail told Lynette while they were on the plane.
âSure, but letâs cut a deal,â Lynette suggested, not wanting to be overly clingy to Abigail. âIâll take care
of your transportation; otherwise, Eric might be angry with me.â After all, when Abigail was busy with
her embroidery, Lynette couldnât find it in herself to remain seated and do nothing.
âSounds good,â Abigail agreed with a smile.
âHowever, you might not enjoy the pastries that my cousin makes or the tea that he brews,â Lynette
complained as she wore her sungla*ses.
Abigail did the same.
Lynette sighed. âHe has gone on a business trip and probably wonât be back for another four to five
days.
At that, Abigail responded with a simple âOhâ and did not ask any more questions.
The sunlight in late April was bright. Analise was squatting in the vegetable garden and feeding a stray
cat that she had recently discovered when the doorbell suddenly rang.
She rose to her feet, her back hunched, and went to answer the door. When she opened it, she saw a
man, who bore a striking resemblance to Abigail, and hesitated for a moment before asking. âWho are
you looking for?â
âIs this Analise Steinâs house? Iâm Abigailâs friend,â Josh asked politely.
âUmâ¦â Analise stepped aside, and when she lowered her gaze, there were complex emotions in her
eyes. Then, she closed the door and informed Josh, âAbby isnât home. Youâll have to call her if you
need to talk to her.â
A little orange cat hiding in the vegetable garden peeked out from among the plants and secretly
watched Josh.
âIâm not looking for her. I actually want to ask you about something.â His purpose was simple-he wanted
to inquire more about Abigailâs background. As he followed Analise into the hallway, he sat down on a
chair and handed her a photograph. This is my mother.â
In the photo was a woman who looked almost identical to Abigail if her mouth was obscured.
Analise looked at the photo and repeatedly wiped her eyes. âI have severe diabetes, and my eyesight
isnât very good. What about the photo?â
Josh was skeptical and hesitant. âYou canât see it clearly?â
âNot entirely. I can see it, but itâs somewhat blurry. She handed the photo back to him.
He had indeed learned that she had diabetes and nearly went blind due to how severe her condition
was. He thought Analise already made a full recovery when she left the hospital, but apparently, her
vision was still unclear.
Regret was evident in Joshâs expression as he asked directly, âAbby⦠Is Abby your biological
granddaughter?â
He didnât want to beat around the bush. Even if there was a one percent chance, he still wanted to
bring Abigail back.
âOf course, she is. Whatâs going on?â Analise asked lovingly.
Josh replied, âAbby looks very much like my mother and the Pearsons lost a child more than twenty
years ago. We still havenât found them, so my motherâs health has severely deteriorated.â
Analise listened attentively to his explanation and then said sadly, âHer mother must miss her child a
lot, but Abby is not one of you.â
âCan we have a DNA test with her then?â Josh asked. âI know this is impolite, but we can use a
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strand of her hair or draw blood. Whichever works is fine.â
âAbby is my granddaughter. Suddenly coming here to request a DNA test isnât appropriate, is it? Sheâs
my biological granddaughter, and I canât possibly be mistaken about that. I sympathize with your
motherâs illness as a result of losing her child, but without Abby, I wonât be able to continue living.â
Analise insisted.
At this, Josh immediately stood up and apologized. Iâm sorry for making such a request. If youâre not
willing to do it, I wonât insist. Thank you for your time.â
âAbby is the Quinn Familyâs granddaughter, and that is a certain fact. You may leave now.â Analise also
stood up and had a resolute attitude.
âAlright. Thank you.â He turned and left..
Once he was completely gone, she collapsed into her chair with an incomprehensible facial expression.
She had clearly seen the resemblance in the photo, but Abigail was her granddaughter -her and her
late husbandâs granddaughter.
âAbby, where I am at is your home. Donât be afraid,â Analise murmured.