Chapter 86
Abigail turned to study Sebastian’s reaction.
Sebastian swallowed the antacid Jeremiah handed him, took a swig of water, and then said, “Just a hospital transfer? Your family won’t make it that
easy.”
“True.” Abigail nodded. “I’ll move out and rent a high–security apartment for my grandpa’s recovery.”
Sebastian’s fingers tightened around the water bottle, tendons flexing under the skin. “I’ll handle it. Your only job is perfecting my project. Understood?”
Abigail looked up at him. Their eyes met. Amusement glittered in his gaze, that confidence unchanged. She didn’t hesitate. “Get my grandpa away from the Gibson family, and I’ll meet any demand.”
She knew her worth to Sebastian began and ended with her coding skills.
Sebastian’s smile deepened. “What if I make unreasonable requests?”
“You could have anyone. I know my place.” Abigail’s tone was calm. Without her technical ability, their lives would never intersect.
“Ms. Gibson,” Jeremiah suddenly spoke after a long silence inside the car. “Back to Gibson Villa or the hotel?”
“Gibson Villa,” Abigail said. “I need to pack some things. I’m moving out tomorrow.”
She was done with the Gibson family. With Daniella’s reputation in tatters, they would hound her relentlessty, just like they had forced her to take the fall for Daniella’s hit–and–run three years ago. But this time, Abigail wouldn’t play the sacrificial lamb.
The car pulled up in front of Gibson Villa gate. Before getting out of the car, Abigail met Sebastian’s eyes. “Thank you for making sure Halden Group exposed what Daniella did.”
Sebastian’s intervention hadn’t just cut off Daniella’s escape routes. It had publicly humiliated the Gibson family. The lady they had spent millions cultivating over the years turned out to be someone utterly despicable.
Sebastian tilted his head slightly, watching Abigail. Only after she shut the car door did he avert his gaze. The plastic water bottle in his hand slowly crumpled under the pressure of his fingers.
Early the next morning, Abigail went downstairs with a single backpack. Ralph and Stephen waited for her in the living room.
Abigail ignored them, heading straight for the door.
Bianca rushed forward, graubing her hand and sobbing, “Abby, don’t go, please. We spoiled Dani, but we’ll make it right. Please-
“No need” Abigail wrenched free. “We’re done.” Her voice carried an unmistakable sense of determination.
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