The Marriage She Turned into War novel Chapter 257

Abigail's words inexplicably shook my previously calm demeanor.

I anxiously watched her back, secretly hoping that she'd be called away by an urgent matter, or perhaps Joshua would summon her.

But unfortunately, nothing I wished for happened.

After I placed the suitcase in the trunk, she waved her hand, signaling me to get in the car.

I slipped into the passenger seat, a sense of being on pins and needles overwhelming me. An uneasy feeling gnawed at me. Abigail's erratic mood swings had been all too obvious lately.

At times, I was completely at a loss about what she wanted or what she intended to do. Everything seemed to catch me off guard.

What Abigail excelled at most was amplifying problems until everyone knew exactly what was going on between us.

While I panicked, trying to figure out how to interact with Abigail, she stepped on the gas, and we roared away.

As I watched her drive with one hand on the wheel, my anxiety grew. I had an unsettling premonition that something unexpected was about to happen.

Half an hour later, the car rolled to a stop in front of the hospital.

Abigail watched me unload the suitcase, then asked in a detached tone, "Which room is Lana in?"

Her question stunned me for a moment. I almost didn't know how to respond.

It was enough to indicate that Abigail didn't genuinely care about Lana.