Chapter 384 Crippled Drawing Hand
During the meal, Abigail realized that Maisy had never once looked away from her.
Honestly speaking, it was making her feel embarra*sed.
“Did you design the dress you’re wearing?” Maisy gently asked just as the meal was coming to a
close.
“Yes.” Abigail nodded.
Her dress was made of a very comfortable fabric in a neutral color and was covered in highly detailed and realistic embroidery. It was a variation of the cla*sic princess line.
A flash of sorrow appeared on Maisy’s face. “I should have asked you to sell me the dress no matter what back then. Your designs are beautiful
Abigail did not know if that was just flattery, but she still smiled in response. “Thank you.”
“Let me escort you to the car, Grandmother,” Eric chimed in.
“Okay,” Maisy dotingly said.
It was clear he was afraid Maisy would upset Abigail. It seemed he would be a man who did everything his wife asked in the future.
The moment the two of them left, Abigail let out a loud sigh of relief.
As Eric escorted Maisy out of the hotel, she suddenly asked, “If you like her that much, why did you tell Josh you would be getting engaged to the Pearsons’ daughter?”
“The Pearsons have been targeting her because I like her. I don’t want to drag her down.” Eric could not tell Maisy about what happened with Kelly. After all, Kelly was the daughter the Pearsons searched high and low for. He was certain that Maisy would stand on the Pearsons’ side.
“Abigail looks a lot like Scarlett. Do you think the Pearsons have the wrong girl?” Maisy wondered with a frown.
The moment she saw Abigail, she knew Abigail was Scarlett’s daughter. There was no need for a paternity test to be done.
“There are a lot of celebrities who look alike, but none of them are related. Eric thought it was a pity as well. It would be nice if Abigail was Scarlett’s daughter. That way, there was no need for all this trouble.
“She’s a calm and composed young girl who’s also quite brilliant. In terms of personality, she’s certainly not like Scarlett, Maisy said with a sigh.
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She found it a shame. Why couldn’t it be Abigail?
The next morning, Eric’s mood soured when he saw Tristan.
When Tristan saw Abigail, he smiled. Today’s competition will not be hard. You’ve gone on parkour shows, right? The parkour track we have for you is rather challenging. So, please be careful.”
She nodded with a blank face.
When Miranda heard the punishment was parkour, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Yet, when they arrived at the location, she realized she had celebrated too early.
The parkour equipment was fully inflated obstacles in the past. Unfortunately, all of that had been replaced with equipment covered in silicone rubber.
The material was very soft and hard to balance.
“Don’t worry. For your safety, we’ll even have you suspended on cables. We won’t make it that hard for you to lose your balance,” Tristan calmly stated.
Abigail and Miranda were forced to race each other. The loser would have a bucket of icy water poured over them.
As Abigail stepped on the cylindrical bridge, she suddenly felt her feet sl*p.
There was oil on the bridge.
Just as she rolled off the bridge, she triggered a switch that caused a wave of icy water to come crashing down on her.
The cables holding her up were also spinning as she fell. When everything stopped, her right arm was stretched out and tightly held up in the air by the cables.
Waves of agony shot up her arm, causing her to shriek in pain.
Eric immediately sensed that something was wrong as he swiftly shouted, “Don’t move the cables!”
Miranda was sprawled out on the cylindrical bridge, too scared to move, as she stared at Abigail in
horror.
Abigail was suspended in mid-air while her right hand was being wrapped with taut cables.
“Where’s the crew? Her arm’s about to be torn off!” Eric shouted as he rushed in to save Abigail.
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Tristan’s eyes flashed with sinister glee as he stood there and watched for a few long minutes. before eventually calling for someone to get Abigail out of the tangled cables.
30 minutes pa*sed before Abigail was finally rescued. As Eric waded out of the water with her figure in his arms, everyone stared as a long ribbon-like red stripe trailed behind them in the
water.
Miranda rushed over with tears in her eyes as she screeched, “Miss Alana!”
The cables had sunk deep into Abigail’s entire right arm, causing injuries that exposed her bloody flesh to the air. Her entire b*dy trembled in pain. Her face was stark white and drenched. No one knew if it was from sweat or the water.
“What on Earth are you people doing? Don’t you know how to properly strap her in?” Tristan intentionally shouted just then.
Eric turned to glare at Tristan with bloodshot eyes as he slowly declared, “Just you wait! I know you did it on purpose!”
Miranda turned to glare at Tristan as well. “Miss Alana has always done her best. I just don’t know why you’re so against her! You definitely did it on purpose. You want to end her career!”
Miranda knew full well just how important a designer’s hands were.
Tristan’s heart had to be made of coal. How could he target Abigail’s right hand?
“Watch your words, girl!” Tristan threatened.
While she was trembling in fear, she still snapped back, “You’re the one who should watch your words! All of us have eyes and know how you like to go after Miss Alana every single day! What right do you have to be so mean? You didn’t have to invite her to the show if you didn’t like her. Why do this to her?”
Eric’s
eyes were red with fury as he continuously rea*sured Abigail, who could barely speak from the pain, saying, “It’s okay. Everything will be fine. Your arm will be fine.”
By the time the paramedics arrived, Abigail had already fainted.
Eric and Miranda followed them to the hospital.
After they left, Tristan let out a gleeful bark of laughter.
