Revenge After Prison Never Forgiven (Abigail) novel Chapter 54

Chapter 54

When that name slipped from Ralph’s lips, Abigail froze for a moment. After all, he had never called her that before.

If she had heard him call her like that in the past, she would have been so thrilled that she couldn’t sleep for nights. But now, she felt nothing at all.

“Mr. Fletcher, you’re engaged to Daniella. Please mind how you address me,” Abigail said, her tone distant and her expression cold, as if Ralph were just some stranger.

Ralph should have been pleased that Abigail, who used to cling to him, now kept her distance. But somehow, he felt a wave of irritation and an unfamiliar bitterness stirring inside.

“Mr. Fletcher, she’s made herself clear. Please step aside,” Jeremiah interjected.

Snapping out of his thoughts, Ralph retorted sharply, “She can speak for herself. Stay out of it.” He was already in a foul mood, and Jeremiah was just adding fuel to the fire.

Abigail turned to Jeremiah and said, “Mr. Walsh, you and Mr. Robinson go ahead.”

From the way Ralph was acting, she was sure he wasn’t going to let her leave, and she didn’t want Sebastian to waste his time on her personal matters.

‘Of course,’ she thought. ‘His fiancée needs blood, and I’m the perfect donor–how could he possibly let me walk away?‘

Sebastian didn’t say a word and simply turned to leave. Jeremiah seemed to have more to say, but with his boss already leaving, he could only follow.

Once they were gone, Abigail turned to Ralph and said flatly, “If you’re thinking of forcing me to go back and donate blood to Daniella, you can just drop that idea. I’m not going back.”

Ralph’s breath hitched, his voice laced with disbelief. “Is that really what you think of me?”

“What else am I supposed to think?” Abigail shot back coldly. “You took their side when Stephen was pressuring me just now.”

To her, Ralph and Stephen were birds of a feather–childhood friends who wouldn’t be so close if they hadn’t shared the same heartless nature.

“I never meant to force you,” Ralph said.

“But you knew exactly what Stephen was doing–violating my basic rights–yet you did nothing to stop him. Let’s be honest, you’re just like him–you treat me like I’m nothing,” Abigail replied.

Ralph was rendered speechless.

“If you still have any conscience left,” Abigail continued icily, “stay away from me, so I don’t have to waste my breath explaining things to the Gibson family.” With that, she stepped around him and walked away.

Ralph stood rooted to the spot, unconsciously blurting out, “You hate me?”

Abigail’s voice was icy and emotionless. “You only elicit emotions from those who actually care. To me, you’re just a stranger.”

Under the hazy night sky, Ralph’s eyes momentarily went blank.

Abigail left the hospital and got into the car. Then she received a message from Jeremiah. [Forgot to mention earlier–you and Timothy will negotiate a project tomorrow. If you close the deal, there’s a bonus.]

[Got it,] she replied.

The next morning, Abigail was up at six thirty as usual and headed downstairs in the outfit she’d picked out the night before.

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