Chapter 233


    Chapter 233 Drop The Lawsuit


    Abigail held her phone tightly, her face filled with a cold determination.


    “Sean, if anything happens to my grandmother, I will ensure Kingston and Joan pay with their lives!”


    she dered, then forcefully hung up.


    She had concrete evidence that was enough to ruin Joan’s reputation! Who would have thought that


    Kingston would stoop so low as to kidnap Analise?


    As for trusting Sean… she’d rather believe that pigs could fly.


    Abigail took a deep breath, calming her emotions. She then dialed Luna’s number.


    “Hey, why are you calling me now? Is it because Grandma misses me? Tell her, as soon as I have the


    time, I’lle visit…” Luna’s voice, full of warmth and affection, greeted Abigail as soon as the


    call/connected.


    Abigail couldn’t help but feel her nose tingle upon hearing Luna’s voice.


    She choked back her tears. “Luna, immediately cancel thewsuit. Make sure the news spreads so that


    Joan finds out.”


    “Why?” Luna’s voice, that was filled with excitement, now brimmed with anger. “They’ve done so many


    wicked things. How can we let them off the hook? Is it because of Sean?”


    Mentioning Sean seemed to strike a chord, and Lunaunched into a barrage of curses, sparing no


    aspect.


    Finally, she turned her fury toward Abigail. “That rotten scumbag isn’t worth cursing. What’s wrong with


    you? You’re divorced already! Why are you still making concessions for him?”


    “I’m not.”


    Abigail spoke with a hint of weariness. “Luna, right now, I want Sean and Joan to pay for their wicked


    deeds more than anyone else, but they’ve got me cornered with something I can’t give up.”


    “Cornered? Is it…”


    “Don’t worry about the specifics. Just make sure you let Joan know as soon as possible that I’m


    dropping thewsuit.”


    Without waiting for Luna to respond, she hung up.


    It wasn’t that she didn’t want to seek Luna’s help; it was just that a more formidable adversary had


    appeared before her.


    “Sean, what are you doing here?”


    Abigail looked at Sean, who had appeared at the door, her eyes devoid of any warmth.


    Her gaze was filled with a blood–red hue, and the look she gave him was one that someone would give


    an enemy.


    That look sent a shiver down Sean’s spine, and he somehow could keenly sense that something


    between them was crumbling.


    Even when they signed the divorce papers, he thought it was because of Analise’s injury that Abigail


    was so enraged.


    But now, he couldn’t find any reason to deceive himself. Abigail’s eyes held an unabashed hatred with


    no hint of concealment.


    “Abigail, I can exin…”


    “I don’t need your exnation,” Abigail interrupted him, her voice incredibly cold. “There’s no need for


    exnations between us. If you truly want to do something for your beloved, then persuade her to


    release my grandmother. Otherwise… it will be a fight to the death.”


    She clenched her fists, enunciating each word.


    As Sean stood before her, she suddenly saw through everything.


    Instead of searching for Kingston like finding a needle in a haystack, it was better to have Sean release


    Analise.


    If he refused, she would have no choice but to drag them all down to hell together.


    Sean opened his mouth to say something but ultimately swallowed his words.


    After a few seconds of silence, he spoke up. “I’ll take you to find Joan.”


    “Heh!” A mockingughter escaped Abigail’s red lips as she looked at Sean with disdain. “I’ve done too


    many foolish things before, haven’t I? That’s why you think no matter what you say, I’ll believe it? Sean,


    what you should do now is go tell Kingston that I’m dropping thewsuit, but he must immediately


    return my grandmother!”


    Herst sentence was a vehement roar.


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    Analise had only been out of the hospital for a day, and she couldn’t bear to imagine her frail


    grandmother in the ruthless hands of Kingston, enduring who knew what kind of inhumane


    treatment.


    As this thought shed through her mind, she couldn’t sit still any longer.


    She got up to leave but was grabbed by Sean. “Where are you going?”


    “You have no right to ask!” she retorted angrily.


    He furrowed his brows, still patiently insisting, “Your emotions are too unstable right now. Going out like


    this could lead to trouble.”


    “Could there be anything worse?” Abigail shot back, her tone unyielding. “Sean, my grandmother better


    be safe and sound. Otherwise, Kingston, Joan, and even your precious family members will all be held


    ountable!”