I Want a Divorce (Abigail and Sean) novel Chapter 587

Chapter 587 Men Cannot Be Trusted

No matter how much they’d chastise her, Abigail didn’t care. She worked with Fairy Meadow because she wanted L.Moon to make a name for itself, but if Howard proved to be incompetent, she could go for better brands.

The shareholder had nothing to say.

“We only worked together for profit. I have not done anything to sabotage Fairy Meadow. I did everything I could for it. It made hundreds of millions overnight in the shopping district. You made money off that deal, and instead of keeping Howard in line, you want me to deal with the mess he made? I don’t have time for this. I’m busy,” said Abigail.

The shareholder heaved a sigh. “I understand. I’ll talk to him.” He hung up.

Frustrated, Abigail tucked her phone away.

Analise looked at her, worried. “Work’s really hard, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, but that’s how humans are. We have to worry about a lot of stuff.” Abigail smiled.

Analise sat her down on a bench and looked at the sky. Slowly, she said, “The sky here is lighter than Pendorf’s don’t you think? And it doesn’t have a lot of clouds.”

Abigail looked at the sky. She nodded. “Yeah.”

“You deal with your problem with the Pearsons. I’m going back to Pendorf once I leave the hospital, and I’m not coming back unless necessary,” said Analise softly. She had a feeling her time was coming. She had to go back to Pendorf, where her home was.

“Grandma…” Abigail held Analise’s hand. She was reluctant to see her go.

“I know you don’t want to say goodbye, but I can’t leave your grandpa alone. I have to go back to him,” said Analise gently.

Abigail shook her head. “But I’m the one still alive. You should stay here with me.”

“Abigail, I’ve been feeling uneasy lately. If I get home too late, I can’t get buried in my home soil. I wouldn’t stop worrying about you, but now that I’m going to die, I’m starting to miss your grandpa,” answered Analise softly

Abigail held Analise’s hand tightly. “Don’t say that. The doctor said you’re healthy.”

“It’s a depressing place, the hospital. I keep overthinking whenever I’m here.” Analise smiled bitterly.

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Abigail smiled. “Don’t think too much about it. I’m here with you.”

“You shouldn’t sacrifice yourself. Sean did enough. You should accept his love,” said Analise earnestly.

“I know,” answered Abigail, resigned. Her phone kept ringing, all because of Howard’s case. Abigail dealt with the phone calls, and she sighed. “I can’t even catch a break.”

“Let’s go back to the room.” Analise didn’t want to waste Abigail’s time, seeing how busy

she was.