Chapter 884


    Monica waspletely shocked by these words.


    She had never thought that someone would dare speak to her in such a way, asking her to go to


    hell?


    Her eyes were as wide as copper bells. When she looked at Abigail, her gaze was filled with


    disbelief.


    "What, what did you say..." Her lips trembled as she asked.


    Abigail squinted at her. "What? Can''t you understand such simple words? I thought you didn''t look


    like a stupid person. How could you not understand me? After all... You used such dirty tricks."


    When Monica heard thest sentence, her breathing became a little rapid. Her shoulders


    subconsciously shrank back, and her hand grabbed the quilt. She lowered her eyes and did not


    dare to look into Abigail''s eyes.


    Her words just now clearly showed that she knew what she had done.


    But how did she know, and who was she?


    Abigail crossed her arms in front of her chest and said angrily, "What are you doing? I haven''t said


    anything yet. Why are you retreating? Are you acting like I am bullying you? You are really good at


    pretending to be pitiful."


    At this point, she paused for a moment and looked at Jarold. "No wonder Jarold has been turned


    round and round by you."


    Jarold was very excited. He looked at Abigail standing in front of him in perfect condition. Her words


    were full of vitality. Even though the words she spoke were unpleasant to the ear, but... this was his


    little daughter whom he hadn''t seen for so many years...


    Thus, at this moment, he didn''t have the time to care about Monica''s feelings. His heart and eyes


    were filled with his daughter.


    When he heard her call out his name, he rubbed his nose in embarrassment and opened his mouth,


    wanting to speak.


    Unexpectedly, Abigail continued speaking.


    "You are Monica, right? I didn''t expect that after so many years, the Dormer family still hasn''t


    stopped. You are a girl. Do you know how shameful you are to do this kind of thing? Don''t you feel


    ashamed?"


    After knowing that Maddox had been drugged, Minerva had no choice but to sleep with him, and


    after that, she almost suffered a miscarriage, causing Abigail''s temper to grow.


    After that, she was out of control. Usually, she was very polite to those who were younger. Even if


    she didn''t like them, she would not say anything to make them embarrassed.


    Seeing that they were still young, they were young and aggressive, so it was normal for them to do


    things that were unreasonable; the elders just needed to correct it.


    However, what Monica had done had already exceeded the limits of what she could endure.


    Moreover, the one who had suffered was her sister''s son.


    She really couldn''t stand it anymore.


    Therefore, when she scolded Monica, she was not polite at all. She would say what the girl was


    afraid of.


    Sure enough, after hearing what she had said, Monica started panicking. She shook her head and


    stepped back, "You, what are you talking about? I don''t understand at all... Don''te over.


    I don''t understand what you are talking about."


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    Abigail squinted at her.


    Well, she was starting to pretend to be pitiful.


    It was impossible for Monica to admit it. Even if this woman in front of her knew, so what? As long


    as Master Collins believed her, it was fine. In any case, she couldn''t admit that she was the one who


    had done these things.


    Abigail knew what she was up to. She looked at Jarold. "Jarold, the servant downstairs made a


    clear confession just now. Now that she''s gone, are you ying dumb? Or is it because of the fact


    that she''s so young and beautiful, shedding a few tears and saying a few soft words to you, so you


    promised for her to be your granddaughter- iw?"


    What was she talking about...


    Jarold subconsciously frowned his eyebrows, finallying back to his senses.


    He said helplessly, "Abigail..."


    Abigail...


    This intimate form of address made her pupils shrink. She stepped back a few steps and shouted,


    "Don''t call my name like that!"


    She was emotionally stimted and said fiercely, "You don''t deserve it at all!"


    Monica, who was sitting on the bed, heard the conversation between the two and frowned. In the


    Collins Family, she could only rely on Jarold. Thus, she stretched out her hand and tugged at the


    hem of his clothes. Then, she said in a weak voice, "Master Collins..."


    It wasn''t clear whether it was because she didn''t have enough strength to tug Jarold''s clothes or


    because her voice was too soft, but he didn''t pay her any attention. He didn''t even turn his head.


    He had been staring at Abigail all the time and even couldn''t help bursting into tears after she was


    irritated.


    When Abigail saw him like this, a strange feeling arose in her heart. She stepped back and said in a


    cold voice, "Are you senile? Can''t you speak properly? I warned you not to call my name anymore!"


    Jarold snapped back to reality and smiled. "Alright, anything you say is right. It''s good that you''re


    back. It''s good..."


    Abigail went silent.


    Monica saw that Jarold was so distracted that he didn''t seem to put her in his eyes at all. Her heart


    instantly panicked.


    This woman looked arrogant and domineering. She had started scolding her as soon as she came


    in, saying that she was shameless. She wanted to ask Jarold for help, but he ignored her.


    Was she...


    At this very moment, Jarold suddenly looked at Baldrick, who was standing at the door, and


    hurriedly said, "Baldrick, quick, get someone to tidy up the room and let her stay, then..."


    Just as Baldrick was about to nod, he heard Abigail say loudly, "No need."


    She nced at Jarold and retracted her gaze, saying coldly, "I''m not going to live here, and I''m not


    nning to stay here either. I came here today to see how muddle-headed you are. I''ll leave as


    soon as I''m done speaking."


    Monica felt a chill run down her spine.


    Sure enough, Abigail looked at her again.


    "Do you know what I mean by what I said just now? It''s not good for a girl to always plot to steal


    another''s man. Have you ever heard of the saying that people be ugly because of jealousy?"


    When Monica heard this, she subconsciously stretched out her hand and touched her cheek.


    "Well, the words are true. You are hurt so badly." Abigailughed at her, and her words seemed to


    be threatening her. "But you haven''t changed your appearance yet. If you have any bad ideas in the


    future, it will be more than just that."


    Monica was frightened. She raised her head and looked into Abigail''s eyes. She found that her eyes


    were cold, making her shiver subconsciously.


    She lowered her head and felt fear well up from the bottom of her heart for the first time. She dared


    not to look into her eyes again.


    Abigail retracted her gaze in satisfaction, red at Jarold, and continued to speak viciously.


    "If you really think that there is no point in living, bear in mind that it''s not impossible for you to die.


    Please find a ce far away and don''t let us get into trouble for nothing."


    "Well, I''ve finished my words. It''s time for me to go back and eat something."


    Abigail raised her hand, looked at the time on her wristwatch, and smiled. Then she strode out.


    Suddenly, she thought of something and stopped. She turned her head and smiled at Monica. "Oh, I


    forgot to remind you. Everyone knows that you drugged him. Moreover, I have already sent


    someone to inform your family."