Triplets on Secret Mission novel Chapter 135

Chapter 135

“I wish you could come more often, so I don’t get bored in this mansion,” Mrs. Anderson said. “What makes you think you’d be bored? I thought Sean would be around a lot?” Abigail inquired. After a brief conversation with Mrs. Anderson, she finally returned to the main topic.

She hadn’t expected Mrs. Anderson to sigh in response to her question. “You know Sean’s condition, and he is responsible for the company’s affairs. I’m glad he comes home once in a while. “Mrs. Anderson stated.

Parents constantly place expectations on their children. Mrs. Anderson, on the other hand, understands how her son struggled and how she worried him the most.

Abigail agreed. “I was with Sean the other night, and I saw a woman staying in his villa for some time,” she added as they discussed Sean. Abigail emphasizes the word night in particular. Mrs. Anderson was taken aback as she looked at Mr. Anderson. He, too, had no idea who Abigail was referring to.

“Probably just someone from work,” Mrs. Anderson said with a smile.

‘I don’t recall Sean being involved with any other woman besides work!

Abigail appeared to be in disagreement. ‘If it’s someone from work, why is she dressed casually instead of in formal attire?’ “I don’t believe she’s from work. She lives right next door to Sean’s villa. The butler informed me that she and Sean are very close.” of course, she did not quote entirely from the butler. Abigail’s plan is to inform Mr. and Mrs. Anderson about this and manipulate them into looking into the mysterious woman.

Mrs. Anderson was perplexed. She couldn’t help but think back to what Sean had said at last

“Love does not blossom in a single day, my dear. You are a brilliant girl, and many men like girls like you,” Mrs. Anderson stated. She added, after a brief pause, “How about this? I’ll bring Sean to your birthday party so you two can talk things over.”

Mrs. Anderson’s promise to bring Sean to Abigail’s birthday party made her happy. “Really?” she asked, a little shyly.

Mrs. Anderson nodded. “Thank you, Mrs. Anderson!” exclaimed Abigail. Mrs. Anderson’s assurance made her feel better.

Sean will come to my birthday party, and he’ll be mine!’