I Want a Divorce (Abigail and Sean) novel Chapter 338

Chapter 337 A Deep Misunderstanding

Abigail held her phone, feeling a little depressed for some reason. She had no idea why she felt depressed. Was it because she got uncomfortable after she knew Sean and Joan had a beautiful past? She ruffled her hair. Abigail thought Sean shouldn’t have called her. Now, she had two things to agonize over. One wasn’t something she should agonize over, but she couldn’t control herself.

Time pa*sed. Abigail’s eyes were still wide, and she couldn’t sleep. She picked up her phone and texted Cameron. ‘Get over here.

Cameron was stunned when he saw the text. ‘W-What?’ He checked the time. It was three thirty in the morning. Where does she want me to go late at night?

‘Come to my place. I need to talk to you, Abigail texted.

Cameron quickly forwarded the text to Sean and got changed, still flummoxed. He had no idea why Abigail wanted to talk to him at this hour.

Abigail was in a rut, so she didn’t care that the time was inappropriate. Since Cameron wasn’t far away from her home, he arrived a while later. Abigail was in casual attire, watching TV on the couch, feeling bored.

“It’s late, Ms. Quinn. Why did you ask me to come over?”

Abigail looked at him. “You didn’t tell Sean you came, did

you?”

The look on Cameron’s face changed. Stammering, he said, “I did. W-What is it, Ms. Quinn? You know Mr. Graham has a bad temper. If he knows I came over late at night, he’ll skin me alive.”

“You’re working for me. You think I can’t protect you?” asked Abigail. She raised her chin, indicating him to sit on the couch beside her.

Cameron didn’t dare to rebuke her and just nodded. “Ask away, Ms. Quinn.”

“Do you know about the Palmer siblings’ story when you were working with Sean?” asked Abigail.

“I know, but if it’s specifics you want, then no,” answered Cameron.

He did text Sean, but he didn’t get any replies. Sean was probably asleep. Yeah, it’s three thirty in the morning. Only artists like Abigail don’t sleep.

“It’s almost Kingston’s first trial.” Abigail looked at Cameron. “Do you think Sean cares about the

Abigail smiled. “He called me right before Kingston’s first trial. He told me about their past. I tried to guess why he did it, and in the end, I concluded that he couldn’t let the Palmer siblings go.”

“On the contrary. He only called you because he had already let them go,” said Cameron.

That surprised Abigail.

Cameron looked down. In a gentler tone, he said, “It’s late, Ms. Quinn. Get some rest. Burning the midnight oil will hurt your b*dy. Mr. Graham will worry when he finds out.” Cameron smiled.

Abigail thought he would get mad at her on Sean’s behalf, so the smile came as a surprise. There was a reason he was Sean’s trusted aide.

When Cameron left Abigail’s house, he sighed. Abigail’s prejudice against Sean was never erased, but he couldn’t say anything to change that. If he did, it would sound like he was trying to make Sean look good in Abigail’s eyes.