Chapter 597

Chapter 597 Memories of Youth

Scarlett was ecstatic. She took her phone out with excitement and said, “I’ll call Josh and tell him to get

everything prepared.”

“There’s not-”

Scarlett had left happily before Abigail could finish. She sighed. Fine. She can do what she wants.

Lawrence approached Abigail. Lovingly, he said, “You can go back to work if you have to. Your mother

and I can take care of Analise. It’s fine.”

“I’m not that busy,” Abigail answered. She was a little uneasy toward Lawrence and Scarlett’s

pa*sionate attitude, but Analise would leave the hospital the next day. She didn’t have to face these

people anymore, and she was looking forward to it.

Sean knew what she was thinking, and he finally let go of his obsession, though just a bit. She equally

refuses everyone who’s hurt her.

The meeting with Gary was arranged to be at noon the next day. Gary said he wanted to see Analise,

so Analise, who had left the hospital, came back for the visit, too. Gary was still in the ICU, so the

visitors got changed before they went in.

Abigail noticed that Lawrence and Scarlett weren’t looking as cheerful as before. They looked at Gary,

their eyes red. Patricia was there as well. She held Gary’s hand tightly, shedding tears in silence.

Noticing something, Abigail pursed her l*ps. Lawrence and Scarlett looked at her expectantly, and she

slowly approached Gary.

“Abby…” Gary said quietly, his eyes filled with tears. “I’ve missed

you.

Abigail didn’t feel anything before that, but when Gary said her name, something touched her heart.

She blinked, tears welling in her eyes. “I’m here, Grandpa.”

Gary smiled happily. “I can’t be with you anymore. I thought I could maybe see you one day, spend

some time in the lounge back at home chatting and eating, but alas…”

The elderly man took a deep breath, but his breathing sounded like a piece of wood that was about to

crack. “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry…” Gary cursed himself. He failed to protect his real granddaughter

because that fake, Kelly, tricked him.

Abigail quickly said, “I never blamed you. Any of you, for that matter.”

“I curse myself… and what I…” he mumbled softly. There was regret in his eyes, but he no longer had

the chance to make things up to the one family member he owed the most.

Abigail didn’t blame him at all.

Gary looked at her and gently said, “You used to love sitting on my shoulders. I remember those times.

You’d tell me to keep running ahead. We went to zoos, amusement parks…”

Abigail was tearing up, too.

“I left something for you, Abby,” Gary said before he looked at Patricia. “G-Give it to her.”

Abigail wanted to say no, but she knew it would make Gary feel worse. Patricia took out a patterned

rosewood box from the cabinet. The four corners of the box were decorated with gold. It looked nice.

Patricia gave the box to Abigail. Hoarsely, she said, “Your grandfather left you this. There are some

toys in it. You loved them when you were little.”

Abigail took the box and put it on her arm, and then she opened it up carefully. She saw stacks of

paper on the bottom, and she knew what they were without guessing. But what caught her eye were

the little toys on the papers. Most were trinkets. Some were made of plastic, but some were expensive.

Abigail then saw a little lock. She picked the golden lock up and had a closer look.

“You… grabbed this… when you first learned… how to hold things. You wore it… around your neck…

for years… This lock was left behind… on the day… you went missing.” Gary felt a great sense of

dismay at that point. “Where… Where is Vincent? Where’s the little bystard?”

“Dad!” Lawrence called out, worried.

Abigail noticed that the ECG was getting erratic. She said, “Get the doctor quickly!”

“He’s a b*stard! And Martha, too! They hurt Abby! Abby, promise me you will go home. You must go

home! You must… go…” Gary tried to get up, but before he could finish his sentence, he fell back to

the bed, his eyes wide open.

Abigail stared at him. His eyes were wide open, but the ECG was a straight line.

“Dad!”

“Gary!”

“Grandpa!”

Shouts ensued. Abigail held the golden lock tightly. She opened her mouth, but she couldn’t make a

sound. Suddenly, something flashed in her mind. She heard silvery laughter, and she took a few steps

backward, holding her head.

Sean quickly took the box and held her in his arms. “What’s wrong?”

Abigail was pale. She looked at the golden lock in her hands. The sea crashed down on her, drowning

her in fear. A fair hand grabbed the lock before her, and she fell, deeper and deeper.

“Abigail?” Sean shook her.

Abigail started breathing faster. She frowned, shivering violently. I’m scared. It’s so dark under the

water.

“Abigail? Abigail, are you alright? It’s me, Analise!” Analise’s voice rang beside her.

Abigail thought some machine was buzzing in her mind.