Chapter 223 The True Intention
Abigail could never have imagined their reason for seeking her might be this.
She felt slightly touched when Josh hesitantly told her he would protect her in the past.
Even though she knew there were additional conditions, she had not thought that taking her away from her grandmother was only the surface condition, and the true intention ran much deeper.
Sean began, I understand this might be hard for you to accept-”
“You think I’m that fragile? I never planned to accept them in the first place, so there’s no question of finding it hard,” Abigail interrupted him.
He nodded gently. “As long as you’re not upset, it’s fine.”
“I never had deep feelings for them from the start. So, what’s the purpose behind having Lexie force me to acknowledge my identity?” Abigail asked with a cold and unwavering gaze, looking at kim.
Honestly, she did not fully trust Sean yet. After all, this was all coming from his mouth.
Still, what benefit would he gain from deceiving her? What was her value to him? He could have found many ways to avoid divorce if he could not bear to part with her and marry someone else. He was capable of anything. It all depended on his willingness to act.
“The Davidsons aren’t an ordinary family. In Capitalis, Eric’s parents are influential figures. You’ve been missing for many years. Without abilities beyond the ordinary, it would be difficult to marry him. Whether it’s for your protection or other reasons, Eric and Josh must make sure you pa*s the test with Eric’s parents first,” Sean explained thoroughly, which was unusual for him. He would only be willing to explain so much to Abigail.
A hint of disgust flitted across her face. “What do they think I am?”
“I didn’t lie to you about this. If you ask Eric, Josh, or even Lynette, they can all verify it,” Sean said, leaning back in his chair and looking at Abigail with a hint of compa*sion.
Whether she accepted these arrangements or not, this was how things worked in high society.
Marrying into a wealthy family had always been stringent, not to mention that Eric’s parents were not ordinary people.
“So, they think they can marry me off to Eric by exposing my professional qualifications, huh?” Abigail found it somewhat funny. She had not even said if she wanted to marry Eric. Why were they arranging all of this?
“I can’t be sure about that, but if they’re going to reveal your identity, there must be a reason,”
Sean replied.
Abigail took a sip of her tea, feeling furious.
“I appreciate you telling me all this today, but let me clarify: I still find your attitude toward women disgusting, even if that person is as despicable as Joan. Who gave you the right to toy with someone’s feelings?” She set down her teacup, her eyes brimming with anger.
“You’re directing your anger at the wrong target,” he replied slowly.
“Then who should I be directing it toward? Do you dare say you didn’t deliberately let Joan act recklessly? You allowed your grandmother to run wild… If you had just… Never mind!” Abigail decided not to continue. Why did she even have to care about what Sean did?
“If I had just stepped in to stop my grandmother from berating you, we might never have reached the point of divorce. Is that what you mean?” Sean asked calmly.
Abigail remained silent.
“It’s not that I couldn’t control Joan, but her situation was much more complicated than you think. No matter how cold–blooded I may be, I wouldn’t harm the kin of the person who helped me the most,” he explained slowly.
Abigail looked at him. “Did Joan’s family help you in the past?”
He nodded gently. “If they hadn’t helped me back then, I wouldn’t be here today, and the Grahams would have been ruined.”
Abigail was left speechless.
“I can’t tell you more, but let me emphasize once more: I never had an affair,” Sean stated, lowering his gaze and taking another sip of his tea
“Are you just going to allow her to act this way? Your indifference is only harming her! Are you repaying kindness with ingratitude?” Sometimes, Abigail felt that Joan wouldn’t have acted this way if Sean had cared more.
“Abby, I’m not Joan’s father, and I don’t need to teach her how an adult should behave. Moreover, how long has it been since her family reached out to me? They entrusted her to my care just recently, but how old is she now?” Sean countered, asking her.
Tonight, his primary purpose was to clarify his intentions. He did not want Abigail to misunderstand him as a lousy guy.
Abigail remained silent.
Adults had their sense of right and wrong and could distinguish between the two of them.
Joan’s personality was not a result of Sean’s indulgence but rather her inherent nature.
“Abby, do you know some people won’t realize they’re wrong unless they face serious consequences? Before that, they might even consider themselves righteous.” His tone was neutral as if he were talking about the most ordinary thing.
“I can’t argue with you on that,” she replied.
Some people would only be willing to admit that they were wrong after experiencing the consequences of their actions. Before that, they may have genuinely believed they were the Saints of justice.
“Come, let’s eat.” Sean’s eyes softened.
Abigail’s emotions were in turmoil.
Her world used to be simple–taking care of her grandmother, dealing with Sean’s grandmother, and doing design work in private. She was just an ordinary person among the ma*ses.
Yet now, nothing was simple anymore.
