Chapter 230 Who Says I Don’t Like Her? 

As they walked along, Sean’s phone rang. 

Abigail watched him pull out his phone, and when she saw the caller ID, the joy on her face visibly vanished. 

“I’ll take this call; just wait a moment,” Sean said, heading toward the roadside embankment. 

Abigail gave a wry smile. Who would care to wait for him? 

Without a word, she continued walking, not looking back. 

Meanwhile, Sean answered Kingston’s call, his tone icy. “What’s the matter now?” 

“Did you install surveillance on my phone?” Kingston went straight to the point, his voice seething with anger. 

Sean hadn’t expected Kingston to find out so quickly. 

While he was surprised, his voice remained cool, tinged with detachment. “Do evidence that it was me?” 

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Sean knew Cameron well enough; there was no way he would let someone like Kingston get dirt on him. 

“Sean, I’ve just been released, and only you knew about it. I haven’t contacted anyone else, just you and my sister. It couldn’t possibly be my sister trying to monitor me, right?” Kingston’s voice was filled with suppressed anger. 

“You haven’t contacted anyone else? Kingston, do you and your sister think I’m a fool?” Sean sneered, countering. 

Kingston fell silent for a moment. After a pause, he said, “Sean, with the way you’re behaving now, are you planning to sever ties with us?” 

“Why can’t I sever ties with greedy people? Or is it that you and your sister intend to cling to me for the rest of your lives?” Sean taunted. 

“I’ve done enough that you owe both my sister and me, not just in this life, but in several more! You want to sever ties now? You’re tossing me away after using me!” Kingston rebuked angrily. 

“Kingston.” Sean’s voice suddenly turned airy. 

His tone was bone–chillingly cold and exuded a frigid indifference. “From the moment you found me, I spent nearly 100 million on your sister. Do you understand what kind of sum that is?” 

“This money isn’t something you can make just by saving a random person’s life,” Sean stated. 

While he used to cherish the debt he owed Kingston for saving his life, now he found that thinking this way undermined his own capabilities. 

All along, Kingston had been using this rhetoric to manipulate him. 

Sean used to care about the favor Kingston had done him, so he avoided any arguments. Yet, this only made Kingston more brazen. 

“But without me saving you…” Kingston began. 

“Is dwelling on the past productive, Kingston?” Sean interrupted. “Does everyone who’s been saved owe their savior a debt so high they have to do what I do?” 

“My sister wants to marry you. All I’m asking is for you to agree to that condition, and I won’t bother you with these calls again.” Kingston’s voice was filled with stubbornness. 

Sean couldn’t help but let out a mocking laugh at this. “When you sent your sister to me, you didn’t say I needed to marry her.” 

“You think this is funny?” Kingston asked, a touch of dissatisfaction in his voice. 

“I have no affection for your sister. Asking me to marry her is a bit too much, don’t you think?” Sean’s voice was cold. 

Kingston couldn’t help but let out a bitter laugh. “You don’t like Abigail either, so why did you marry her?” 

“Who says I don’t like her?” Sean retorted. “Let me tell you, your sister instigated the situation. My grandmother ended up causing Abigail’s grandmother to end up in the hospital, and I haven’t even held your sister accountable for that yet. Yet you and your sister are quick to ask for more favors.” 

“Sean, you’re truly unwilling to marry my sister, aren’t you?” Kingston’s voice was chilling. 

“Let me tell both you and your sister, don’t cross the line. Crossing that line won’t lead to a good outcome for anyone, Kingston!” Sean declared coldly before abruptly hanging up. 

As he held his phone, his face contorted in extreme displeasure. 

I should have just given them money from the start. I never should have gotten involved with them. 

When Sean returned to the homestay, he pa*sed by Abigail’s door and knocked. 

Abigail quickly opened it. 

“Want some ice?” Sean produced a bag of popsicles from behind his back. 

Abigail, who had been wearing a cold expression, couldn’t help but smile when she saw the popsicles. “Where did you get these?” 

“I bought them from a kid,” Sean replied. 

Abigail reached out to take one. She said softly, “Thank you.” 

“After you’re done, remember to brush your teeth,” Sean reminded with a smile before heading back to his room. 

“I’m not a child, you know,” Abigail muttered to herself, shutting the door. 

Back in her room, Abigail was about to tear open the popsicle packaging when her phone rang. 

Seeing that it was Lynette, Abigail felt a twinge of exasperation. 

She answered the call. “What’s up?” 

“My brother said he needs to talk to you about something urgent. Do you want to hear him out?” Lynette’s words rushed out quickly, as if she feared Abigail might refuse. 

Abigail asked, “Did he mention what the urgent matter is?” 

“It seems to be related to the kidnapping incident,” Lynette replied. 

“Let him tell me, then,” Abigail immediately agreed. 

She hadn’t expected this incident to still be under investigation. 

Lynette promptly handed the phone over to Josh. 

“Ms. Quinn, you’re alone, right?” Josh asked in a low voice, sounding rather mysterious. 

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