Chapter 599 No Feelings


    The news of Gary''s passing stirred the upper society of Capitalis. Just like Analise predicted, Lawrence


    fell ill from his overwhelming sadness. When Abigail visited him, his hair was already graying a lot. It


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    was jarring when contrasted with his younger face. Meanwhile, Scarlett''s eyes were swollen. She was


    already sobbing silently when she saw Abigail. Crying, Scarlett said, "He''s hurt badly. Inside, I mean.


    He''s been in aa for a long time. The doctor said he wouldn''t ept the news of his father''s


    passing."


    Before this, Scarlett would have to force herself just to cry. She''d even put on a pitiful look just to make


    Abigail pity her, but this time, it was different. Her sobs were real.


    Abigail approached her and held her hand, and then she sat beside Lawrence''s bed. "Mr. Pearson, I


    am Abigail Quinn. I will return to the Pearsons, but I have to make it clear that I have not forgotten what


    you guys did to me. I''ll give you a chance to make things up with me, but I will decide whether or not to


    forgive you people. If you ept those terms, wake up and give me your answer."


    Scarlett''s eyes went wide, as wide as they could, anyway. "Is that true, Abby? You''reing home?"


    "Yes." Abigail nodded.


    Scarlett wasughing and crying at the same time. "Finally! We''ve moved out, Abby. It''s a new home.


    Your room''s newly renovated, and it''s been waiting for you toe home."


    "Sure." Abigail nodded.


    Suddenly, Scarlett got worried. "Forget it. You shouldn''t go home for now. Your grandmother is still


    angry at you."


    "I know my grandmother. She''s never really angry at me," Abigail responded seriously.


    Scarlett was still angry at Patricia, so she said, "You''re right. Analise is your real grandmother. She''s


    the only grandmother you have."


    Abigail grunted, but she said nothing.


    Maybe Abigail''s words worked, but Lawrence woke up in the evening.


    Scarlett held his hand tightly. "You heard what Abby said, didn''t you?"


    He heard nothing, but he nodded. "Yeah. I couldn''t leave her behind."


    She pounced into his arms, crying her heart out. "What would I do if you''d left me? What should Abby


    do? She''s going to have kids. If she doesn''t have our help, how will she cope?"


    "Yes, yes. I''m sorry." Lawrence was amused upon hearing that.


    Meanwhile, Abigail sighed. Why do I see couples being kissy-kissy everywhere I do?


    Lawrence looked at Abigail gently. "Abby…"


    She approached his bed and took a seat.


    He looked at Abigail with a plea in his eyes. "You have to attend your grandfather''s funeral."


    "Of course I will," Abigail answered calmly. She had decided to return to the Pearsons so she would


    deal with their matters.


    Lawrence nodded. "Good. That''s good to hear."


    "You guys talk. I''ll get some fresh air." Abigail couldn''t even think of anything to say. She shared no


    bond with her parents, so they had nothing to talk about. She thought it would be awkward if she


    stayed.


    Once she was gone, Scarlett said quietly, "Abby said she''de home with us, but she hasn''t forgiven


    us yet. We''ll have to be nice to her, or she''s never going to forgive us."


    Lawrence looked at Scarlett in disbelief. "Really?"


    "Yep. She''s a softie. She relented because Gary had passed. We have to be nice to her, and you''re


    going to heal up pronto. Our rtives havee to the wake. You''re the only one left. We''ve picked


    the day of the funeral. It''ll be in seven days," Scarlett stated quietly.


    Lawrence got sad upon hearing that. He couldn''t ept that his father had died. It was rather sudden.


    Lawrence gazed at Scarlett. "We can''t do anything to Vincent now that Patricia is defending him. We


    can''t kill my mom."


    Scarlett heaved a sigh. "Let''s deal with the issue at hand first. We''ll deal with Vincentter. If we can''t


    deal with him, we''re telling Sean, and he can stay at our ce. Makes it easier to get rid of Vincent."


    "You have a point." Lawrence nodded.


    …


    After a little stroll, Abigail got a call from Xavien. "I found everything you wanted me to, Ms. Quinn. I''ve


    called the cops on behalf of Howard, and the results should be out tonight." Xavien did everything for


    Abigail since she had a lot of family matters to settle.


    "Thank you. I told you I''d reward you." Abigail smiled.


    "Sure thing. Just give me how much you wish to. I''m cool with it." Xavien sounded rxed.


    "Are you alright? You haven''t been taking any breaks since you got hurt." Abigail was concerned.


    Xavien was surprised, and he answered, "I''m fine. Mr. Graham has been nice to me. He gave me a ton


    of stuff when Analise took care of me."


    Abigail felt relieved hearing that. She hung up and went back into the ward. Scarlett was holding


    Lawrence up on the bed, and they were talking quietly. Abigail noticed Lawrence''s graying hair, and


    she stared.


    Scarlett quickly exined, "He used to dye his hair, but he hadn''t been doing thattely because he''s


    been busy. It''s fine. He''s just worrying too much."