Abigail’s Second Life (Abigail Quinn)

Chapter 233

Chapter 233 Drop The Lawsuit

Abigail held her phone tightly, her face filled with a cold determination.

“Sean, if anything happens to my grandmother, I will ensure Kingston and Joan pay with their lives!” sh

e declared, then forcefully hung up.

She had concrete evidence that was enough to ruin Joan’s reputation!

Who would have thought that Kingston would stoop so low as to kidnap Analise?

As for trusting Sean… she’d rather believe that pigs could fly.

Abigail took a deep breath, calming her emotions. She then dialed Luna’s number.

“Hey, why are you calling me now? Is it because Grandma misses me? Tell her, as soon as I have the ti

me, I’ll come visit…” Luna’s voice, full of warmth and affection, greeted Abigail as soon as the call/conn

ected.

Abigail couldn’t help but feel her nose tingle upon hearing Luna’s voice.

She choked back her tears. “Luna, immediately cancel the lawsuit. Make sure the news spreads so that

Joan finds out.”

“Why?” Luna’s voice, that was filled with excitement, now brimmed with anger. “They’ve done so many

wicked things. How can we let them off the hook? Is it because of Sean?”

Mentioning Sean seemed to strike a chord, and Luna launched into a barrage of curses, sparing no asp

ect.

Finally, she turned her fury toward Abigail. “That rotten scumbag

isn’t worth cursing. What’s wrong with you? You’re divorced already! Why are you still making concessi

ons for him?”

“I’m not.”

Abigail spoke with a hint of weariness. “Luna, right now, I want Sean and Joan

to pay for their wicked deeds more than anyone else, but they’ve got me cornered with something I can

’t give up.”

“Cornered? Is it…”

“Don’t worry about the specifics. Just make sure you let Joan know as soon as possible that I’m droppi

ng the lawsuit.”

Without waiting for Luna to respond, she hung up.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to seek Luna’s help; it was just that a more formidable adversary had app

eared before her.

“Sean, what are you doing here?”

Abigail looked at Sean, who had appeared at the door, her eyes devoid of any warmth.

Her gaze was filled with a blood–

red hue, and the look she gave him was one that someone would give an enemy.

That look sent a shiver down Sean’s spine, and he somehow could keenly sense that something betwe Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

en them was crumbling.

Even when they signed the divorce papers, he thought it was because of Analise’s injury that Abigail w

as so enraged.

But now, he couldn’t find any reason to deceive himself. Abigail’s eyes held an unabashed hatred with

no hint of concealment.

“Abigail, I can explain…”

“I don’t need your explanation,” Abigail interrupted him, her voice incredibly cold. “There’s no need for e

xplanations between us. If you truly want to do something for your beloved, then persuade her to releas

e my grandmother. Otherwise… it will be a fight to the death.”

She clenched her fists, enunciating each word.

As Sean stood before her, she suddenly saw through everything.

Instead of searching for Kingston like finding a needle in a haystack, it was better to have Sean release

Analise.

If he refused, she would have no choice but to drag them all down to hell together.

Sean opened his mouth to say something but ultimately swallowed his words.

After a few seconds of silence, he spoke up. “I’ll take you to find Joan.”

“Heh!” A mocking laughter escaped Abigail’s red lips as she looked at Sean with disdain. “I’ve done too

many foolish things before, haven’t

I? That’s why you think no matter what you say, I’ll believe it? Sean, what you should do now is go tell

Kingston that I’m dropping the lawsuit, but he must immediately return my grandmother!”

Her last sentence was a vehement roar.

Analise had only been out of the hospital for a day, and she couldn’t bear to imagine her frail grandmot

her in the ruthless hands of Kingston, enduring who knew what kind of inhumane

treatment.

As this thought flashed through her mind, she couldn’t sit still any longer.

She got up to leave but was grabbed by Sean. “Where are you going?”

“You have no right to ask!” she retorted angrily.

He furrowed his brows, still patiently insisting, “Your emotions

are too unstable right now. Going out like this could lead to trouble.”

“Could there be anything worse?” Abigail shot back, her tone unyielding. “Sean, my

grandmother better be safe and sound. Otherwise, Kingston, Joan, and even your precious family mem

bers will all be held accountable!”