Ch. 151..160
I Want a Divorce Chapter 151-Abigail’s Ultimate Counterattack Hensey quickly stepped forward, grabbing Laura and explaining to everyone, “She didn’t get much sleep last night, and her temper is a bit out of control.” As soon as she finished speaking, Laura let out a scream.
This scream silenced everyone.
“I want a makeup change! Director Lewis, can you make it happen? I’ve been miserable since I joined this production because of this makeup!” an aggrieved Laura shouted, her eyes red.
At this moment, Eric suddenly stood up and fiercely slammed the bottle he was holding to the ground. “If you can’t act, then leave! Do you even know the professional ethics of an actor? You dare to join a serious production, but all you care about is looking good. Stop pretending to be an actor and just be a starlet!” Everyone had been putting up with her for days.
Eric, who was good-looking, had been polite to everyone these past few days.
Suddenly, he exploded, shocking both Laura and the others.
“You want the production crew to transform you into a proper actress, yet you’re making special demands. How dare you? The six million investment gave you the opportunity to join the production and covered your transformation costs. Why are you acting so arrogant here? You’re making things difficult for Miss Quinn. I heard it loud and clear!” Eric finished speaking and walked away without looking back.
Lewis hurriedly went to calm him down.
After all, Eric cost a lot of money to hire, and he had a strong presence. Lewis would rather lose Laura than upset this important figure.
This turn of events surprised Abigail.
After returning to her hotel room from the set, she went on Instagram with a sense of anticipation.
There, she found a post from Eric.
“Troublesome internet starlets who can’t follow directions should stay away from serious productions!’ This Instagram post quickly trended. When Abigail clicked on it, she saw that Eric’s fans were very surprised.
It feels like Laura has been causing trouble on the set for a while now. Just look at the past dramas she’s been in, complaining about being bullied, playing the victim card, and claiming she invested. in the production but still gets treated unfairly. My heart goes out to Eric.
‘Members of the production crew say that Laura is dissatisfied with her makeup.
She’s been acting. out on set, targeting the styling assistant, Abigail. She even mocked Luke, saying he has no right to critique her acting since he didn’t invest.
‘As soon as she gets the lead role, she’ll buy trending topics to overshadow the other actresses. It’s the same every time. Hasn’t Abigail also been overshadowed by her in terms of looks?” After Eric’s Instagram post, the official account of the university also posted a caption.
“The turbulent times depicted in this show recount a period of painful history.
The evolution of costumes and makeup is a crucial aspect of this period. Luke has been studying this period for over 20 years, and yet he was harshly criticized by a popular star.
It’s truly a sad and painful situation.” Abigail sent the recording to L.Moon’s PR department for them to release a statement.
L.Moon Studio promptly sent one out accordingly. In light of the significance of accurate costume representation in this historical period, Abigail visited major bookstores and universities, engaging in in-depth discussions with various professors. The costumes were meticulously designed to be historically accurate. However, due to a certain popular star’s dissatisfaction with makeup and attire, Abigail has found herself repeatedly entangled in public debates.
L.Moon Studio is deeply saddened by this turn of events.
At the end, they attached the recording file.
This series of actions immediately drew the attention of the official production company.
Though no names were mentioned, the condemnation from them was sharp and unforgiving too.
Abigail was surprised to see the strong criticism from the official account, and Sean was equally surprised.
He thought that he should have known that Abigail was prepared. If she dared to play the burn the LIIS boats strategy with him in the beginning, Laura was destined to be no match for her.
Cameron also learned about everything. He said, “Mrs. Graham is very clever.” “I know,” Sean replied calmly.
Perhaps marriage had truly confined her intelligence and talent.
– Even though Abigail hadn’t been exposed to the entertainment industry before, she could quickly adapt and turn the situation around.
His concerns seemed unnecessary.
Since Abigail started working, she seemed like a slippery fish. Sean couldn’t control her anymore.” Supporting his temples with his Sean looked at L.Moon Studio’s statement, his eyes filled with contemplation.
She had recorded everything, planning this from the start.
The official account’s condemnation held more weight than his own clarification and statement.
In the end, Sean closed Instagram, feeling somewhat defeated.
He had worried that Anthony had taken the lead in helping Abigail, solving these issues for her in advance. But he never thought that Abigail didn’t need anyone’s help.
She could bide her time, using the most ruthless methods to defeat her opponents. She was like this when dealing with him and Joan, and dealing with Laura was no different.
Meanwhile, Abigail got a day off while Laura was swamped. Endorsements were sending her cease and desist letters, and the company was shifting all the blame onto her.
As Abigail passed by her room, she heard Laura’s angry sobs. “It was you who said that no matter what, the six million investment will be my backbone. Now that things have gone wrong, how can you let me take the blame and leave the production on my own? After I leave, I won’t have any more roles to play! Please help me!” It was only now that Laura regretted it, but it was too late.
I Want a Divorce Chapter 152-Six Months as a Caretaker Laura hadn’t even left the production when a new actress came for an audition.
They ultimately settled on a relatively unknown actress with high recognition. It was said that she didn’t cost much, and her total compensation was less than one hundred thousand.
The actress had very clean features, unlike Laura, who relied heavily on a skilled makeup artist to achieve her stunning appearance.
She followed Abigail’s styling instructions completely and was even given a stack of historical.
materials by Luke.
Lewis gave her a week to thoroughly study the script and the books.
Abigail stepped out of her dressing room and stood by the door, watching the young actress engrossed in reading the script. S ouldn’t help but think that the girl, though young, was very diligent and would surely shine ie future.
She then went to Eric’s dressing room.
Eric’s character was a handsome one, requiring meticulous attention to detail to capture the essence of the era.
Based on his makeup, Abigail carefully selected his costumes.
“Miss Quinn?” Eric suddenly called out.
They had never spoken before, so it surprised Abigail to hear Eric call her by name, Abigail stood beside a row of costumes. She turned slightly to look at him and asked, “Do you have any specific requirements for the outfits?” Upon hearing this, Eric smiled brightly. “It’s not about the costumes. I wanted to ask if you would add me on WhatsApp.” Abigail’s expression turned to one of surprise. After a moment, she nodded.
“Alright.” Well, he’s also a potential client, after all. Who knows if he ends up winning an Oscar in the future? Designing clothes for him then could really elevate L.Moon’s reputation to a whole new level.
After becoming friends on WhatsApp, Eric returned to the script. “I’ve invested in a production. Next time, I’ll invite you to design costumes for the project I invest in.” “Alright, then. Thank you,” Abigail replied with a hint of a smile.
Eric’s lips curled slightly.
The makeup artist shot him a surprised look but quickly composed herself.
Abigail moved from one dressing room to another, meticulously coordinating costumes for everyone, even the supporting roles.
The new actress’ talent and dedication made shooting the indoor scenes in Millstone wrap up quickly. The crew moved on to shoot on location.
Abigail, too, went along with then Sean received her call, and his voice was filled with discontent. “How long has it been since you’ve been home?” Abigail counted-it was close to half a year.
“I’ll probably go home for the New Year,” she reluctantly replied.
With three months until the New Year, they were about to head to Ragos.
November was the season. for heavy snowfall in Ragos, which would last until March of the following year. They needed to film scenes of a snowstorm.
“Abigail…” “You can’t influence my decisions, Sean,” Abigail cut him off.
They had communicated frequently during this time, but Abigail remained unyielding.
Sean pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth, his eyes showing a cold glint. “You haven’t been home for half a year, and you haven’t seen our grandparents. Are you really planning to throw yourself completely into work?” “I’m putting all my effort into my work, thanks to you,” Abigail said sarcastically.
“Fine. You’re really not coming back?” Sean gritted his teeth.
“Yes.” “Where are you going for location shooting?” “I’m going to Ragos to shoot a snowstorm,” Abigail answered without hiding anything.
Sean raised an eyebrow. “I’ve been your caretaker for the house for half a year, cleaning and maintaining the place, and you don’t care at all. Fine, then. Don’t bother coming back for your down jacket.” “No, just leaving the house empty is fine. I can easily hire a cleaner later, and it’ll only take me two hours to come back for my down jacket…” Abigail felt more and more exasperated as she spoke.
Sean even forbade her from retur hhome to get her down jacket.
“I’m now responsible for the house. If you’re leaving, just buy a new down jacket!” Sean declared coldly.
Alas, Abigail had no intention of buying a down jacket. After all, would a storebought one be as warm as the one she had personally made?
“What exactly do you want?” she asked Sean, her voice low.
“Grandpa wants you to come home. You weren’t there for any of the festival celebrations. Are you really going to deeply disappoint the elderly?” Sean’s tone held displeasure.
Abigail ran a hand through her hair. “I need to discuss it with the director.” “Can’t your dear Anthony approve it?” Sean sneered, to which Abigail chuckled.
“Why are you so sarcastic?” “I’ll be waiting for you at home,” Sean said, then promptly hung up the phone.
Abigail held her phone, feeling a headache coming on. She turned to leave her room to talk to Lewis about delaying her departure by two days. However, she was startled by Eric leaning against her door frame.
“How long have you been here?” Abigail asked. Thankfully, they hadn’t discussed any sensitive “How long have you been here?” Abigail asked. Thankfully, they hadn’t discussed any sensitive. topics during their phone call just now.
“Not long. What’s up? Is your family pressuring you to go home?” Eric was referring to Sean, her so- called cousin.
Abigail nodded in response.
“I’m going home for three days too. I’ll talk to the director. Then, we’ll all have three days off,” Eric said in a polite tone. He straightened up and was about to leave.
Abigail pressed on. “You came to find me. Is there something you need?” “I’d like to have some personalized everyday clothing tailored at L.Moon. What do you think? It’s quite chilly in Ragos, and I haven’t found suitable winter attire yet,” Eric said warmly to Abigail
I Want a Divorce Chapter 153-Accumulated Disappointment Abigail didn’t believe Eric’s words at all.
With his level of fame, if he casually asked on Instagram, there would be numerous down jacket. manufacturers willing to send him some for free.
“I can, but even if it’s three days, it won’t be enough,” Abigail replied.
“We’ll be away for quite a while. November is when they have the heaviest snowfall over there. I can wear other down jackets for the first half month. Is that okay?” Eric asked amicably.
Abigail nodded. “Half a month should be enough for three pieces.” “Three pieces, then? Will they be personally designed by Alana?” Eric asked with a touch of excitement.
Abigail didn’t realize it. She was a bit conflicted. “Alana’s personal designs have a separate cost, and I can only make one at most.” “One is fine,” Eric immediately agreed.
“Alright, no problem. Half a month it is!” Abigail agreed promptly.
She wanted to make money too.
Alana’s design drafts started at twenty thousand. Abigail pretended to have a conversation with Alana and then finalized the deal with Eric.
The design fee was thirty thousand, and due to the brand effect of Alana, the total cost for the finished product came to fifty thousand.
This was even with a discount for the crew.
The main point was that Eric would promote it when the time came.
Eric needed three days to prepare, and Abigail also immediately made arrangements to return home with Sean.
Abigail returned to her seldom-visited rental with her luggage in tow. As she entered, the aroma of food wafted into her nostrils, surprising her.
After changing her shoes and dragging her luggage to the living room, she went to the kitchen to see what was going on.
Sean was wearing an apron, looking quite at home there. He turned around in surprise when he saw her. “You’re early.” “There was no traffic. I’ll go and organize my luggage first,” Abigail explained as she pulled her luggage into the bedroom.
After finishing her tasks, Sean called her to dinner.
The two sat at the dining table. Sean began, “I talked to Grandpa and Grandma.
We’ll have dinner and stay the night.” “Okay.” Abigail didn’t refuse.
After all, they had three days off ..me.
After dinner, Sean took Abigail back to the Graham Residence.
In the past, coming back to this house always made Abigail feel uncomfortable, but this time, she didn’t feel anything.
Soon, Abigail and Sean arrived. Sean woke her up and they got out of the car.
He had brought some gifts, and in the end, he handed her a bottle of medicinal wine.
“I bought this through someone I know. They say it’s very good for the elderly.
Give it to Grandpa,” Sean said quietly to her as they walked.
“Alright.” Abigail nodded.
The two then entered the house. Cornelie was preparing vegetables. When she saw Abigail and Sean return together, she immediately put on a stern face. “Isn’t she supposed to be too busy? How does she suddenly have time to come back?” Colby smiled and stood up. “You’re back. You’ve made good progress. I heard you’re working as a stylist on the set and meeting many celebrities?” Abigail’s face lit up with a radiant smile. “Yes, and I even received an order from a celebrity.” “That’s wonderful! Pursue what you like. It’s a good thing,” Colby said with a smile.
Sean and Abigail put the gifts on the coffee table. Abigail stayed with Colby to watch TV, while Cornelie and Sean went to select more ingredients.
“You come back and you don’t even know how to help? You let a man do housework! Is that appropriate?” Cornelie was very displeased with Abigail’s idleness.
Abigail stood up, sat down next to Sean, and suddenly said, “Could you bring the vegetables from over there? Let’s prepare them together and then cook together later?” Sean turned to look at her, then reached over to bring the basket of vegetables to her.
“Alright. Grandma, if you feel tired we’ll handle it together,” Sean said with a smile, addressing Cornelie.
“How can a man like you do this kind of thing?” Cornelie immediately reached for the vegetables he held.
Abigail silently continued chopping the vegetables without saying much.
“It’s fine,” Sean replied. He had helped Abigail and her grandmother cook many times before. “The fish I make is delicious. Abby didn’t eat fish, but she started liking it after eating my cooking.” Abigail thought that it was because her grandmother forced her to eat it.
Of course, Sean would also pick out the bones for her.
She didn’t like fish because of the bones-it was troublesome, and they always stuck in her throat.
“That’s how she treats her husband? She makes you do the cooking, and she does what? She’s acting. like a queen!” Cornelie was extremely protective of her grandson. When she heard Sean’s words, she even abandoned the vegetables in her hands.
Colby slammed the remote control onto the coffee table. “They’re a married couple. Let them decide how they want to get along. Are you hoping to see them heading for a divorce?” Sean tugged on his grandmother’s arm, signaling her with his eyes.
Abigail sat off to one side, focused on her chopping. She was keeping herself out of the argument.
She felt like an outsider.
Colby glanced at her and sighed inwardly.
He understood why she didn’t want to come back last time. She was already very disappointed in Sean and the Grahams.
L.Moon was doing well. If she truly learned to design, she could be independent.
When the time came, the two old folks would have a hard time controlling her.
Colby didn’t want to restrict her. He just wanted them to have a child in the future.
If Abigail continued to live apart from Sean like this, and they continued being busy, they would eventually get a divorce.
I Want a Divorce Chapter 154-Immediate Divorce Cornelie went to the kitchen, displeased, and Abigail followed to help.
Afraid they might start arguing in the kitchen, Sean planned to join them, but Colby spoke up.
“They need to talk about what happened before. Your grandmother’s personality is like that, and it’s not good for her to keep it to herself.” “Okay…” Sean could only sit back down.
In the kitchen, Cornelie closed the door before speaking. “Wash the vegetables first. I’ll teach you. how to cook if you don’t know how.”
Abigail walked to the sink and turned on the tap, slowly washing the vegetables.
Seeing her slow pace, Cornelie grew impatient. “At this rate, when will we have dinner?” “If you want it faster, then come he, Abigail responded calmly. “This is the way I wash vegetables.” “You’ve really grown bold, huh? You dare to argue with me. Do you think that just because you have a job, you’ve grown wings? Let me tell you, if you don’t quit your job, you should divorce Sean!” Cornelie muttered as she grabbed ingredients from the fridge.
Abigail snorted but didn’t respond.
“You’re a woman, and all you do is work. How much money can you make?
Didn’t your grandmother teach you that women should stay home to have and raise children?” Cornelie tossed the meat onto the sink, criticizing relentlessly.
“My grandma taught me never to think about being a man’s maid for the rest of my life, or I’ll bet done for.” Abigail put the vegetables into the colander.
Sean and Colby were watching a show. Suddenly, they heard Cornelie’s shouts from the kitchen. “This life is no longer livable! I can’t take it anymore! I kindly offered to cook for you both, and. Abigail actually ridiculed me for being your maid!” Abigail opened the kitchen door, drying her hands and looking at Sean. “I’ll leave if it’s not okay.” Colby said in a deep voice, “You traveled for so long. Why go back now? Since you’re here, consider this place your own home.” “Is what she said reasonable? Am I the maid of this house?” Cornelie rushed out of the kitchen as she questioned.
Abigail felt a bit repulsed. She turned to Cornelie and said, “Are you saying that if I don’t stop working, I should divorce Sean? Fine, have him send the divorce agreement over, and we’ll get done tomorrow.” it “Abigail!” Sean’s anger flared.
“Why are you shouting at me? I’ll have you know that even if I’m made from mud, I can get angry too. You people threaten me with divorce. Am I supposed to be scared? If you don’t want to continue this marriage, just say so! She has a heart condition, and I can’t afford to provoke her, so I will avoid her. How can she pick fights with me every day?” Abigail coldly questioned Sean.
“If it’s really unbearable, then get a divorce. After all, this brat has an unclear relationship with Joan. Let this old woman find a wife who’s willing to reproduce recklessly for her grandson.” Colby also growled.
Abigail involuntarily looked at him.
“Grandpa, when Grandma took me to see the traditional doctor, that guy almost killed me with acupuncture. But what did Grandma say? She said I was faking it.
Is my life not important in her eyes?” Abigail asked.
Colby only knew that Cornelie complained about Abigail being ungrateful and telling Sean about being taken to a doctor.
“What happened?” Colby looked at Sean.
“I’m still looking into the matter,” Sean immediately replied.
Colby turned to Cornelie with a stern expression. “Things have gotten this serious, and you’re still causing a scene? Could it be that you’re actually happy only if something really happens to her? That’s enough! I’m going to draft the divorce papers!” For three years, Sean hadn’t properly fulfilled his responsibilities at home. He was entangled with his first love outside, and Colby couldn’t be bothered anymore.
He had a good relationship with Analise.
The Grahams had nearly killed Abigail. If they did cause her death, how was he going to explain this to Analise?
The Quinns had raised Abigail with great difficulty. She was their only granddaughter. If the Grahams made her lose her life, he would be in deep trouble!
“Grandpa, this was all a misunderstanding, to begin with. You know what Grandma’s temperament is like.” Sean gently tried to placate him.
Colby, however, sneered. “Her temperament? Tell me about her temperament!
Furthermore, what misunderstanding are you talking about? You don’t want to have a child. Why would she find all sorts of people to help with the pregnancy if not for that? Sean, if you want freedom, fine. Three years ago, I was wrong.” Sean glanced at Abigail, then said after a moment, “I don’t want freedom. I accept this marriage.
Why does the matter of having a child have to be so urgent? I don’t understand why we have to have a child!” Abigail pressed her lips together, remaining silent.
Seeing the situation escalate, Cornelie immediately screamed, “Ever since she came to my house, nothing good has happened! Back in my day-” “Did I ask for your opinion? You nearly killed someone! Don’t you feel a hint of remorse? I entrusted Sean to you, and I have no idea what kind of person you’ve turned him into!” Colby interrupted Cornelie directly.
“Grandpa, Grandma, please stop arguing. This is all my fault. I shouldn’t have come back today,” Abigail commented softly.
“This matter has nothing to do with you. For the past three years, you’ve been a perfectly good wife. It’s this brat who doesn’t know how to appreciate it. Let’s get the divorce done right now and stop all this fighting!” Colby was furious at that point.
I Want a Divorce Chapter 155-Disgusted Sean walked over to Abigail. He held her hand as he said to Cornelie, “Since you don’t like her, I won’t come back in the future. If you really miss me, just come to my company.” “Sean, I’m your grandma…” Cornelie hurriedly reached out to grab his hand, her voice trembling.
“I never said you weren’t, but you keep causing a scene like this, and everyone is exhausted. She hasn’t been home for half a year, and when she finally comes back, you still make things difficult for her,” Sean stated.
He wouldn’t divorce Abigail.
Skipping dinner was fine.
Colby sneered upon hearing that . nat, you’re not getting a divorce anymore?
Weren’t you dissatisfied with this marriage? Your grandma doesn’t like this daughter-in-law either. Let’s call it quits. Everyone goes their separate ways!
Anyway, Sean, you’re still entangled with your first love. You won’t find any good woman if you continue like that.” “Why are you speaking about your grandson like this?” Cornelie suddenly shouted at Colby.
I’m just stating the facts. Which part of what I said is false? You like Joan, right?
Call her over and let her take care of you.” Colby continued to watch the TV after saying this.
Cornelie was infuriated and stormed into the kitchen.
“Let’s eat first and then leave,” Sean whispered to Abigail.
“I’ll go upstairs first. When it’s time, have Dahlia bring it up,” Abigail said.
Having dinner with Cornelie really made her feel nauseous.
Sean nodded in agreement.
After dinner, Abigail ate in her room, and Cornelie didn’t say a word at the dining table.
After finishing the meal, Colby stated, “Sean, if you want to live a good life with her, consider having a child. We’re not young anymore. In the first three years, she tried everything to get pregnant. She took injections and medication, but you refused. If you continue to refuse, don’t hold her back.” Sean just made a sound of acknowledgment.
Dahlia began to tidy up the dining table.
Cornelie was still displeased, but she didn’t dare to say it. She could only hold it in.
It was clear that the Quinns owed the Grahams, but now it seemed like they owed Abigail!
Sticking it out for three years wasn’t something everyone could do. Colby used to know that Abigail liked Sean, so he could only let her try hard to see if Sean would develop feelings for her.
But it was obvious that Abigail had used up all of her affection for him over these three years.
Colby glanced at his grandson and sighed as he got up.
‘Sean, if it’s not working out, just get a divorce. After all, the Quinns owe us. If you don’t want to have a child with her, let’s find someone else,” Cornelie muttered quickly when Colby went upstairs.
Sean listened, feeling restless, but he didn’t say a word.
You like Joan, and I like her too…” ‘Grandma, it’s not that you like Joan, but you believe she can give birth to my child. I won’t have a child with any woman.” Sean stood up indifferently, not wanting to say more.
“Sean, I’m doing this for your own good!” Cornelie stood up as well.
“So what? Just because you think it’s for my good, do I have to go along with your ideas? I don’t quite understand why you, as a woman, have such a strong hatred toward Abigail. Do you feel very happy to give birth to children?” Sean asked seriously.
Cornelie hadn’t thought about this issue for a long time.
She looked at Sean, her face showing puzzlement.
Seeing her like this, Sean couldn’t get angry with her. Instead, he stepped forward, embraced her shoulders, and said gently, “Grandma, do you know why I’ve never been able to truly get angry with “You know that I’m being good to you,” Cornelie said, feeling wronged.
“You’re my relative and my dearest grandmother. Of course, I never doubt your kindness to me.” Sean led her to sit down on the couch.
“But Grandma, you need to change your way of thinking. Times have changed.
You can’t treat your daughter-in-law with the same standards you grew up with,” Sean slowly explained to her.
Cornelie was unhappy. “Why can’t I? We all grew up like this. Why is Abigail exempt from it?” “Only a woman without her own ideas will follow such standards,” Sean said calmly.
It was obvious that Abigail did have her own ideas.
He understood very well that trying to change Cornelie’s mindset, who came from an older era, would be incredibly difficult. It might even be impossible for that change to ever happen.
“What ideas? What’s the use of marrying someone if a woman won’t have children? Who is spoiling her?” Cornelie grumbled in discontent.
“Grandma. Sean frowned.
“If you can convince me, why not convince her?” Cornelie asked, then turned to tidy up the cover on the couch.
Sean also knew that it wouldn’t be easy to persuade her, so he patted her shoulder and went upstairs.
After he went upstairs, Cornelie leaned angrily on the couch, rolling her eyes.
Abigail thinks she can just throw a tantrum all over this house like she owns it, huh? After all these years of me running the show at the Graham Residence, am I supposed to just let a daughter-in-law walk all over me? No way! Abigail’s display of disrespect today won’t slip past me. She’s got another thing coming if she thinks I’ll just let it slide. This place doesn’t belong to her, and I won’t tolerate her tantrums. She’s got some nerve!
I Want a Divorce Chapter 156-You Don’t Deserve Trust Sean returned to his room and found Abigail in the shower. He decided to grab a book to read.
Just then, his phone started ringing.
When he picked it up, he saw an unfamiliar number, but one that he still recognized. He immediately answered, his voice lacking its usual coldness.
“Hello, why are you calling me?” he inquired.
“Do you know what happened to Joan on set? For Abigail, you left her, and now the crew is deliberately bullying her! She fell from high up and nobody cared
about her!” The voice on the other end was seething with anger.
Sean clenched his phone. “Is she at the hospital now?” “How dare you ask me that? Low should I know?” the voice shot back, furious.
“I’ll call the set and find out,” Sean said, letting the person vent their frustration.
Then, he Cameron a message on WhatsApp.
sent “Sean, if something happens to Joan, I’ll destroy you and myself!” The man then hung up at once.
Sean hurried downstairs without explaining his sudden departure to Dahlia.
“Why the rush…” Dahlia mumbled to herself.
Abigail emerged from the bathroom, but there was no sign of Sean. She assumed he was still downstairs.
As she neared completion of half of her sketches, Sean still hadn’t returned.
Abigail sensed he might not be at the house and couldn’t help but feel frustrated.
Once again, it was Joan’s situation that called him away.
The next day, close to noon, Abigail was in her room. She sent messages to Sean, but it was like shouting into a void.
She made a series of calls, and finally, Sean picked up.
“I’m quite busy here. If need be, you can have the driver pick you up over there.” Sean’s tone was laced with a touch of indifference.
“Sean, if you keep acting like this and sneaking around with other women, then don’t force me to come back home! Whose time are you wasting? You can’t even stay overnight! Are you in such a hurry to meet your little fling?” Abigail’s chest heaved with anger.
“You have three days. When have I ever wasted your time? I have things to attend to. Can’t a little trust in our relationship?” Sean’s voice carried a hint of irritation.
you have “Trust? Is this how you earn my trust? Leaving me alone and running off to see your little fling? If you’re so eager to go be with her, why don’t you agree to Grandpa’s suggestion for a divorce yesterday? What gives you the right to string me along?” Abigail was seething.
“Divorce is all you talk abo Fine! Once I finish my business, we’ll go through with it! Since you don’t believe me at all, I don’t see why we should continue this.” Sean’s words were cold.
“An unfaithful man like you has no right to be trusted!” Abigail forcefully hung up, trembling with anger.
She thought, foolishly, that Sean really wanted to work on their relationship.
She thought that when he cleaned the house for her, defended her in front of Cornelie, and didn’t divorce her despite Colby’s words, he wanted to change for the better.
Fantasizing about him was the biggest mistake she had ever made in her life.
She got up and planned to change her clothes and leave.
Just then, Dahlia came in with a pitcher of water.
“You’ve been upstairs all morning. I brought you some water. Have a drink,” Dahlia said gently, placing the beautiful glass pitcher on the table.
Abigail glanced at it and thanked her.
“If you don’t feel like coming downstairs for lunch, I’ll bring it up to you,” Dahlia offered with a smile.
“Alright, thank you,” Abigail replied.
After Dahlia left, Abigail walked to the table, poured herself a glass of water, and took a sip.
Downstairs, Cornelie gave her a look, and after their eyes met, Dahlia went to the kitchen.
“I’m going over next door to play some cards. I won’t be back for lunch,” Colby said, then got up and left.
Abigail had lunch and sat on the edge of the bed, planning to call a car.
Time passed slowly, and soon, the door was pushed open. Dahlia entered the room with Cornelie.
Abigail lay on the bed. Her phone had fallen onto the carpet by the bedside.
“Take her to the guest room on the third floor,” Cornelie ordered.
Dahlia, along with two young maids, lifted Abigail up and dragged her upstairs.
Cornelie picked up her phone and followed them upstairs.
Abigail didn’t know how many days she had been lying in a daze, but she knew the room had been dark the entire time.
Sean had been taking care of Joan in the hospital for four days when he received a call from Kevin.
“Sean, Luna called me. She wants to know where Abigail is. Her phone is off, and she hasn’t gone to the set. The director is furious and has scolded Luna,” Kevin said cautiously.
Joan’s situation at the set had been exposed online after Sean personally went to inquire about it.
Her popularity on the set was low. When there was an issue with the harness and she fell from a great height, some thought she was faking it. En route to the hospital, she went into shock.
Sean erupted in fury on set, and the show’s production had reached a point of no return, while Joan remained in a coma.
As a result, Sean’s mood had been sour these past few days.
I Want a Divorce Chapter 157-Abigail’s Missing?
Kevin was feeling a headache from being hung up on the phone call.
He personally made the phone call, but the phone was switched off. He also contacted Anthony about this, who said that he was unaware of the situation.
No one could contact Abigail at this point.
“Don’t tell me something’s happened to her,” Kevin asked Luna, who was by his side.
“I’ll call the police!” Luna shot up.
“Yeah. We should call the police,” he agreed.
It would be too late to call the nolice later when something had happened to her.
However, the police couldn’t dispatch any .mmediately since Abigail’s phone battery died out.
Kevin knew that Sean wasn’t in a good mood, but he still called him.
“What is it? I told you. I don’t know where Abigail is. Her whereabouts have nothing to do with me.” Sean was irritated.
“She’s missing. Do you know when she was last seen? Luna has reported this to the police,” Kevin told him seriously.
Sean frowned and said, “I last spoke to her three days ago. After our argument, she probably left the Graham Estate. Let me call to check.” They could still check the security cameras if she went missing when she left the estate.
After hanging up the phone, Sean’s breathing got labored. He couldn’t leave Joan’s side now. If he did, Abigail could be in greater danger.
Then, he called the number of the Graham Estate, and Cornelie answered instantly.
“Grandma, did Abigail leave the estate yet?” Sean suppressed the panic in his heart and tried to sound calm.
“Probably not. I don’t know. I haven’t gone downstairs in three days. I don’t know what she does in her room, but we do send food to her room for every meal. What’s wrong?” Cornelie asked with a smile.
Sean let out a breath of relief before his blood started to boil. “Can you pass the phone to her?” “She probably won’t accept the phone. She doesn’t even open the door sometimes when we send her food. I’m not entertaining that bad attitude of hers,” Cornelie complained to him.
“Are you lying to me, Grandma?” Sean’s tone went cold. Abigail regarded work more important than anything else, so she wouldn’t lock herself in the room.
“Why would I lie to you? I’m your grandma!” Cornelie got agitated.
“Let her out now and return her phone to her. I’m busy, so I can’t come back now, Grandma. Don’t do these sorts of things,” Sean ordered sternly.
“I will. If you won’t come back and sign the divorce settlement with her, she’s not leaving. I won’t budge even if you tell your grandpa unless you make me jump from the second floor!” Cornelie exclaimed before hanging up the phone.
Sean grabbed his phone with rage and roughly pulled his tie off.
“Mr. Graham, I can stay here while you settle Mrs. Graham’s situation.” Cameron walked up and uttered gently.
Sean’s eyes were lowered as they flickered around. At last, he glanced at Joan, who had an oxygen mask on, before leaving with his phone in hand.
After he got in the car, he called a number. Soon, the other side picked up. “I need to return home to settle some things. I’m just letting you know that my assistant is taking care of Joan in my stead. I promise to return to the hospital in three hours,” Sean informed in a deep voice.
“Sean, is she more important after all?” The voice from the other end of the phone was cold.
“She’s my wife. Of course, she’s important,” Sean answered without hesitation.
However, the man snickered. “She was in Joan’s way. You failed Joan and caused her to end up like this. You promised Joan riches, but what happened?
You left her at the set for Abigail.” That was her own doing! What? Are you trying to guilt trip me?” Sean’s voice was even colder than The other person was silent for a while before answering begrudgingly, “I’ll only give you three hours.” Then, Sean hung up the phone.
Abigail lay in the dimly lit room as her whole body ached. She flipped her body down from the bed when she couldn’t sleep anymore. She felt weak, especially her legs, which lacked energy.
Then, she crawled to the toilet and opened the faucet to spray cold water over herself. Only then did she feel more awake. She knocked her head against the wall to regain control over her body from the pain. After that, she stood up with the wall as her support but fell beside the sink when she walked toward it.
Her stomach hurt so much that she was seeing stars since she could feel her body now. She turned the tap on and drank the water, hoping to dilute the medicine in her body through urination.
When Sean returned to the Graham Estate, Colby had also returned as he received the phone call.
It had been three days, yet he didn’t realize that Abigail hadn’t left.
Cornelie sat in the living room with the divorce settlement on the coffee table.
She looked at Sean with her chin tilted up. “Sign the divorce settlement now to divorce Abigail, or don’t even think about finding out where she is.” “Grandma, must you force me to cut you out of my life?” Sean asked her in return.
“Abigail made me do this. If I don’t teach her a lesson, she probably thinks I’m a free nanny!” She was still upset over Abigail’s words.
“Abigail did hurt you by saying that, but you almost killed her and didn’t even apologize. Why must you make her submit to you?” Colby questioned with a dark expression. He couldn’t understand Cornelie at all.
“I didn’t agree to this marriage from the start, but you forced Sean to marry her because of that old h*g from the Quinns! It’s been three years, but not a single child was born. If she gave birth to one, there wouldn’t be any problems!” Cornelie shouted.
I Want a Divorce Chapter 158-I Regret Ever Loving You Colby’s gaze also landed on Abigail.
Even though it was still warm in November in Pendorf, one could still easily catch a cold in wet clothes.
“Abigail, go change first,” Colby urged with concern.
However, Abigail walked down the stairs and looked at Cornelie with cold eyes.
She was barefoot, and the water dripped onto the floor, creating a path behind her. She stopped before Cornelie and asked, “Did I ridicule you? I just didn’t want to become a nanny who couldn’t do anything. It’s your choice to live your
life as you wish, but why did you try to change me?” Then, she snatched her phone from Cornelie’s hands.
who was I can’t believe that you would g me and lock me in the room for so long…” A lump grew in Abigail’s throat as she spoke. “I always thought that you were just like any old person conservative, so you tended to speak a little on the extreme side. But I was wrong.” “Sign the divorce settlement. I don’t want to argue with you. I won’t have a heart attack just because of you. You’re just a wild child brought up by village parents.
You’ve been married to Sean and were treated with the best things for three years. Consider this a blessing to you!” Cornelie was sharp with her reply.
However, Abigail smiled. “Sure. I don’t really want to serve your grandson, who likes to cheat anyway.” “Abigail, I told you I didn’t cheat!” Sean emphasized once more.
“So? Did you count the days that you’ve been away?” Abigail questioned with reddened eyes.
“Abigail…” She sobbed before saying, “Say no more, Grandpa. She drugged me this time, attempting to destroy my career. I don’t know what she’ll do next. I can’t risk it anymore.” Then, she walked to the coffee table. However, Sean grabbed the divorce settlement before she could reach for it and tore it to pieces.
“Don’t push it, Sean! Must you and your grandma make me breach the contract and pay the liquidated damages before you stop?” Abigail glared at him.
“I’m bringing you home. Let’s get you back home.” Sean grabbed her hand and dragged her toward. the door.
When they were in the courtyard, Abigail pushed his hands away and slapped him hard when he turned around. “Why are you the one deciding? I thought you wanted to live a good life with me! You’re incorrigible! You put me in a tough spot again and again for Joan.” Sean’s face was turned to the side from the slap.
When he looked back at her, he saw her finger pointing at him. “I’d rather be dead than trust you again. I shouldn’t have trusted you. I shouldn’t have followed you home. Get back. Stay away from me. I’m disgusted by the mere sight of you!” Then, she ran out of the courtyard barefooted.
Sean ran after her. “Abigail, I can explain-” “Get lost!” She turned around and screamed at him with reddened eyes. “Get the f*ck away from me! I regret ever loving you. I was blind to fall for a person like you!” Then, she ran out of the estate onto the empty winding roads.
A car suddenly stopped before Abigail and the car door opened to reveal Eric’s face.
“Get in,” Eric told her.
Abigail was surprised to see him there.
When Sean caught up to her in his car, he saw her open the door of a car and got in.
Abigail saw Sean’s car and told Eric, “Please drive faster. Lose the car behind us.” To which Eric said yes.
She hugged her arms around herself in the car and thanked Eric when she noticed him turn up the heater. “Thank you.” “Where to?” he asked her.
“Can I use your charger? I’ll tell you after I’ve thought it through.” Abigail answered him.
He nodded. “Sure.” She plugged the charger into her phone and let it charge for a moment before switching it on to see hundreds of phone calls from Luna. That made her tear up.
Lewis was berating her in his messages and even Anthony was coming down on her that it was hard to explain to Lewis about her disappearance.
Abigail had never hated Sean so much. All of her misfortunes started from the moment she liked him. If she could go back in time, she would never like him.
Then, she asked Luna to pacl er belongings in her house and send them to the Elysian Garden Hotel located beside the airport before telling Eric, “Let’s go to the airport. Oh, right, didn’t you go to Ragos with the director?” “My scenes aren’t that urgent. I was worried for you since you didn’t return to the set and I wanted to help look for you,” Eric answered gently.
Abigail was taken aback and said quietly, “Thank you.” “It’s nothing. I’m still waiting for your studio to design the down jacket for me.
We’re friends now, so don’t mention it.” Eric flashed her a small smile.
When Eric drove into the city, he took a shortcut and Sean lost sight of them very quickly. Sean had no time to go after them anymore but was worried sick since he didn’t know whose car Abigail got in.
I Want a Divorce Chapter 159-Mrs Graham Hopped on a Plane and Left On his way to the hospital, Sean called Cameron to check on the license plate of the car that Abigail hopped on.
On the other hand, Abigail arrived at the Elysian Garden Hotel just as Luna asked her assistant to send Abigail’s belongings over.
“Abigail, Luna’s busy with a client at the moment and asked me to send these to you. Are you alright?” The assistant had a concerned expression on her face.
Abigail looked totally disheveled. Even though she usually dressed down, she was never in this state -barefoot with wrinkled clothes and matted hair.
“I’m fine. I got wet. You may return if you have work. I’ll be heading to Ragos after I’m done cleaning up. So, I don’t need you here.” Abigail pulled her luggage to a wider space.
The assistant watched as she opened up her luggage and took out a change of clothes.
“T’ll go get you some food before I leave, so you can eat before boarding the plane,” the assistant said and exited her room.
So, after her shower, Abigail came out to find a pack of ravioli on the table that the assistant had left before leaving.
After finishing the food, she headed to the airport, where Eric was waiting for her.
As they were waiting to board, Eric grabbed a magazine and asked, “Miss Quinn, I wanted to ask. How did you end up like that with just a trip back home?” Abigail felt a little awkward but still answered him since he had helped her. “My family didn’t want me to work. That was it.” Of course, Eric wouldn’t find out the details of what happened. Not allowing her to work… “Your cousin’s family is that unreasonable?” Eric was shocked.
“Old people. She probably wanted me to stay by her side,” she answered with a smile.
Eric didn’t know what to say as he could feel her aversion in her smile., but he was in no place to interfere since it was her private matter.
Then, they boarded the plane when the plane was ready. Abigail informed Luna and switched off her phone to rest.
Back at the hospital, Sean found out that it was Eric who took Abigail away and couldn’t help but frown.
Cameron stood beside him and whispered, “Mrs. Graham’s plane has taken off.” ‘Got it. You may go rest. Come back here later to care for her.” Fatigue crawled up Sean’s face.
Going back home was supposed to be a happy thing, but things turned out for the worse. Sean stared at Joan, who was lying on the bed, as he began to look back at the past three years he was with Abigail.
At Ragos, Lewis shook his head disapprovingly at Abigail. “You’re lucky Eric was there. If not, you would have blown our plans apart.” ‘I’m really sorry. I didn’t expect a nap to turn into something so big.” Abigail’s voice was laced with guilt.
However, Lewis shook his head helplessly. “Go get ready. We have work tomorrow.” The days at Ragos were tough on the actors and staff. As a girl who grew up in Pendorf, Abigail suffered from frostbite on her hands and legs after working outside for three days in Rágos’ cold weather.
When her hands and legs were warmed up at night, they would start to itch.
Finding it hard to sleep with the itch, Abigail put on a down jacket and went outside to push her hands into the snow.
That was the scene Eric saw when he went out.
She was surprised by his sudden appearance and asked, “Why are you awake at a time like this?” “I was looking for inspiration. Did you see the director’s face during the day because we didn’t get a good shot? Why are your hands in the snow?” Eric smiled bitterly but was also curious about her actions.
Abigail was helpless and showed him her hands. “I was born and raised in Pendorf where the weather’s nice. It’s too cold here. My hands and legs are covered in frostbite. It’s so itchy that no cream is helping.” “Your hands will fall off if you do this. Besides, it won’t look good if it’s swollen.
Go back in,” Eric said sternly.
However, the fault wasn’t on Abigail as she just couldn’t stand the itch. Now that Eric had caught her, she could only return to her room. Once she was warmed up in the heated room, the frostbite on her hands started to itch again. It was torturing her.
After trying to deal with it for half an hour, she was about to sleep when she heard a knock on the door. She was surprised and found a hotel staff member standing at her door after looking through the peephole. She opened the door and asked, “What’s the matter?” “Ms. Quinn, may I confirm i. ne last four digits of your phone number is 7423?” the staff asked politely.
Despite being confused, Abigail answered with a smile since the number was right. “Yes.” “Here’s your delivery.” The staff passed a bag to her.
She returned to her room and shook the bag. It wasn’t heavy, and she opened it to find a pair of gloves with a cable attached to it and an ointment to treat frostbite.
As she took the things out, she saw a card with Eric’s signature.
‘Miss Quinn, do charge the gloves before you sleep tonight, so you can wear them tomorrow throughout the day. You should also apply the ointment tonight.
It’ll help with the itch. Also, I’ll be waiting for you in the hotel’s backyard tomorrow at 6.30AM for a run.
It was the first time Abigail had seen a chargeable glove, and she was amazed by it. On top of that, Eric’s consideration touched her a little.
They didn’t usually talk much, yet Eric would always help her when she needed it the most.
The next morning, Abigail met up with Eric for a run as per his invitation.
who u the female lead, asked her why she went for
I Want a Divorce Chapter 160-Sean Is Here Again Abigail knew the reason for that.
She heard that the director scolded Josie for scratching her hand and messing up a scene.
Josie said that her hands were itching badly due to the frostbite, but the director felt it looked authentic and made her maintain it.
As a southerner who came to the north, it was normal for her to get frostbite.
So, her hands were more severe than Abigail’s and were cracking all over.
As Abigail considered the tough conditions Josie had endured since she was filming, she took out the gloves that she charged up and passed them to her.
“You can put this on during scenes where you don’t need to show your hands.
It’s rechargeable and can heat up. You can ask your assistant to buy some ointment later. I’m sure you’ll recover in no time.” “What about you?” Josie was a little embarrassed.
“I can use a heat pack once I’m done with my job. But it’s different for you. You’ll have to stand in the cold wind the whole day.” Abigail said gently.
Josie blushed and replied. “Thank you, Abigail.” After that. Abigail thought to tell Eric that she lent the gloves to Josie and ask him for the shop he bought the gloves from so she could get another pair.
Later, she realized that running didn’t help with the frostbite as she realized her cheeks and ears were covered with them. So, she put a hot towel on her ears that were itching as she searched online for what she could do about it.
Abigail wasn’t the only one who got frostbite as almost half the crew got it too.
Even though the director picked Ragos as it was a northern city with the best weather, the Southerners who had never experienced such harsh weather were all suffering from frostbite.
Abigail paused when she saw a recommendation to draw blood out with needles, as it was said to be very effective.
She looked into it further and actually thought that it made sense.
So, she got up to buy some needles and antiseptic from a nearby pharmacy.
However, she saw Sean when she exited the hotel, who just got out of the car and was pushing his luggage.
Their eyes met, but Abigail quickly averted her gaze and acted as if she didn’t know him. It was as if he was a stranger.
Sean saw her walking toward him and let go of his luggage.
When she walked past him, he reached out his hand and grabbed her wrist.
“You’ve been angry long enough.” However, Abigail just shook his hand off her forcefully and walked away without looking back. Sean ran after her and grabbed her hand once more. “Abigail, why do you want to make a fuss?” “Who’s making a fuss here? We’re having the divorce after this is settled, Sean.
We’ll go our separate ways since you think this is troublesome.” Abigail stared coldly at him as her eyes burned with fury.
“I won’t divorce you,” Sean stated coldly.
“I’ll sue for the divorce! Your expenses with your mistress are all recorded. Do you think you can win?” Abigail glared at him.
He looked her in the eye and said, “Abigail, Joan and I are not lovers. I can’t tell you the reason. Can you understand?” Smack! That earned him a hard slap across the face from Abigail.
The night was quiet, and the sound was loud while Sean’s face turned red.
“Go away if you’re not going to tell me! I don’t care what your relationship with her is. You left me at home and caused me to be locked up. It nearly caused trouble for my studio. We’re over! I won’t forgive what your grandma did to me!” Abigail shouted with tears in her eyes before turning around to leave hastily.
Sean stood rooted to the spot and touched his face, which was going numb from the pain. Abigail really hated him. If not, she wouldn’t have slapped him that hard.
He placed his luggage down and asked the assistant who followed him to take it back to the hotel before following Abigail.
Then, he realized she had entered a pharmacy and went in as well. “Are you hurt? What’s wrong?” Sean asked her.
“None of your business. Get out!” Abigail shouted at him impatiently.
Seeing this, the pharmacist who was about to ask Abigail what she needed backed up. That made Abigail purse her lips and glare at Sean before pulling her scarf tighter around her.
She got some iodophor and medical alcohol before asking the pharmacist, who was playing with her phone at the cashier, “Do you have medical needles?” “Are you talking about needles for acupuncture? We do,” she answered and glanced at Sean.
Until now, Sean didn’t know why Abigail wanted to buy those things and was eager to know.
“I’m not too sure. I’ve got frostbite on my hands. I heard that needles can draw blood out to help it heal faster,” Abigail told the pharmacist.
Sean’s face immediately darkened when he heard that. The pharmacist shivered at his cold aura and answered quickly, “I’ve never heard of that method. You should apply ointment for frostbite.” “It doesn’t work. My hands are itching badly.” Then, Abigail told the pharmacist the method she saw online.
Sean frowned when he heard that and his mood turned even more depressing.
The pharmacist was frightened and said, “Let me take a look at the frostbite.” She assumed that Sean and Abigail were a couple and probably had an argument. However, Sean still cared for Abigail and didn’t want her to treat the frostbite using the needles.