Chapter 883


    Unfortunately, Jarold didn''t call Maddox back in the end, and he disappeared from his sight. There


    was nothing in front of him, and no one else could be seen.


    Jarold was so angry that his chest heaved up and down, and he looked as if he was about to go


    crazy.


    Baldrick could only reach out his hand to help him catch his breath and softly dissuade him. "Master


    Collins, don''t be angry. Don''t take it to heart"


    "Baldrick, do you think this brat has no respect for me that he dares to go against me, or is it


    because of that woman? What kind of charm does that woman have to make him be like this?"


    Jarold asked.


    These words made Baldrick embarrassed and awkward, but he still braced himself to say, "Do you


    want me to tell the truth?"


    "Say it!"


    "Then I''ll say it. Mr. Sebastian is an adult, and he''ll always have his own ideas for everything. He


    went against your wishes, not because he doesn''t respect you, but because you have been trying to


    stop what he has wanted all this time."


    Jarold was speechless.


    "The most important thing is that he hasn''t lived with you since he was young, so he doesn''t have


    any feelings for you. Besides, you were indeed unfair when ites to this matter."


    "What did you say?" Jarold stared at him with eyes wide in dissatisfaction. "You actually said that I


    was unfair? Baldrick, have you stayed by my side for too long? Do you think that you can say


    anything you want?"


    He shook his head helplessly. "I''m just telling the truth."


    "Forget it!" Jarold didn''t really want to argue with him. He said in a cold voice, "Let''s see how


    Monica is doing. I''d like to see her performance. After doing all these things, what will she think?"


    In the room.


    Monica was lying on the bed. Her eyes were still red and swollen. She had cried for so long that her


    eyes had be sore.


    It wasn''t until Jarold, and the doctor had left, that she wiped away her tears and got some time to


    rest.


    However, when she closed her eyes, her mind was filled with the scenes where she told the servant


    to drug Maddox. He hade back at this point.


    If he wanted to keep his pride, he would not have said anything about it.


    However, what if he didn''t care about his pride?


    As Monica was thinking of this, she suddenly opened her eyes, with fear in them.


    Soon after, she calmed down again. Even if Maddox had said it, he didn''t have any evidence to


    prove that she was the one who drugged him. The servant took her money, and she asked


    someone to take her away. If things really were to turn out for the worse, she just had to pretend


    that she hadn''t done anything wrong.


    As long as there was no evidence, they couldn''t do anything to her even if they suspected her.


    Monica calmly closed her eyes and let herself fall asleep tiredly.


    However, she didn''t seem to have slept for long before she heard someone knocking on the door.


    She was in a daze, thinking that she had misheard it.


    Later, when the voice became clearer, she came to her senses. Sure enough, she heard the knock


    on the door. She immediately asked, "Who is it?"


    Only then did the knock on the doore to a halt. Then, Jarold''s voice came from outside the


    door.


    "Monica, it''s me."


    Master Collins?


    She was shocked. She promptly said. "Grandpa, pleasee in."


    After the door opened, Jarold walked in with a crutch. For some reason, Monica felt that his aura


    was different from when he had left just now.


    What was going on?


    "Grandpa?" Monica called out to him in confusion.


    "Yes."


    Jarold nodded. Although he had tried his best to conceal himself, whenever he thought of how the


    little girl he had chosen had actually drugged his grandson and done such despicable things, he


    couldn''t help but change his attitude towards her.


    Therefore, his attitude towards her was a little cold. However, considering the friendship between


    their families, he still said, "You don''t have to worry about the wound on your forehead. Since


    Sebastian hurt you so badly, then the Collins family will be responsible for it to the very end. When


    you''ve recovered, we''ll definitely find the best hospital to operate on you to ensure that you''ll


    recover to the same state as before."


    She was startled upon hearing those words. These things... Weren''t they already mentioned


    before?


    Why did hee to her room to say that to her again?


    Could it be that he had discovered something?


    She felt a little guilty and afraid. If Master Collins believed in this matter, then in the future... would


    there be anyone who would support her?


    Upon those thoughts, she immediately panicked. "Master Collins, what did Sebastian say just now?


    Does he hate me very much? Now that I''m injured, he definitely won''t be with me."


    He looked at her pitiful appearance and then thought about all the things she had done. He didn''t


    say anything.


    Seeing this, Monica''s tears instantly fell. "Then... What''s the point of living?"


    When Jarold saw her starting to cry, his heart began to soften. No matter what, he had watched her


    grow up. From the bottom of his heart, he truly liked this girl, Monica, and wanted her to be his


    granddaughter-inw.


    He didn''t have a chance before, but now that he had a chance... He wanted to fight for it, but he


    didn''t expect so many things to happen.


    "Alright, Monica, don''t be sad. What I promised you before won''t change. Don''t worry. You will be


    Sebastian''s wife in the future."


    When Monica heard this, she finally turned from crying toughing. She nodded her head with


    ease.


    She opened her mouth and was about to say something, but suddenly, she heard a voice.


    "Tut, Master Collins, you really grant whatever the outsider requests."


    A clean and sweet voice came from the door.


    Monica and Jarold were both startled. They both looked toward the entrance.


    A tall woman in a red coat stood there with a sneer on the corner of her mouth, and even her eyes


    were full of sarcasm.


    Because she was going to meet with Jarold, Abigail had put on a red coat, applied heavy makeup,


    and put on lipstick. She tied up her long hair and wore high heels. Her aura instantly became fierce.


    She knew what she was here for, so she couldn''t lose momentum.


    She stood at the door, looking at the two people in the room staring at her. Abigail knew that she


    had seeded.


    She smiled and walked in with her steps. Her high heels clicked rhythmically on the floor, one after


    another as if they were stepping on Jarold''s chest.


    Just like that, his turbid eyes stared at Abigail, not daring to move away for a second.


    His lips trembled slightly. He had thought that he had seen wrongly, but... that voice was indeed


    hers.


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    Abigail...


    His daughter...


    After so many years, she had avoided him and never came back to see him. She didn''t even greet


    him.


    He thought that he would never see his daughter again until the end of his life.


    He didn''t expect...


    It wasn''t that Abigail didn''t notice the expression in Jarold''s eyes, but she couldn''t be bothered to


    pay attention to him. She quickly arrived in front of Monica.


    She said, "If there''s no point in living, go to hell then. Why are you crying here?"