Chapter 385 Your Hands Are Precious 

Such was the result of fighting against Tristan. Abigail deserved what was coming to her. 

Compared to those he had punished in the past, he had been very kind in only injuring the arm. Abigail used to design her outfits. 

If Mr. Blanc had not warned him off, it was highly likely he would have killed her. 

Evil thoughts continued to brew in his mind. 

When Abigail woke up, her arm no longer hurt. 

She looked at Eric and his bloodshot eyes. After a moment of silence, she asked, “Is my arm gone?” 

Your arm is fine. Thank goodness we got you to the hospital in time. The cables didn’t cut into your nerves. Oh, it’s a miracle. You’re so kind that even the gods are protecting you,” Miranda chimed in. 

“The stitches have turned your arm-into a rather unpleasant-looking mess,” Eric said. His voice was rather nasal, as though he was speaking through tears. 

As Abigail’s arm was injured by cables twisting around her arm, the stitches made it look like a giant centipede was crawling up her arm. 

“Once it’s stitched up, it’ll heal. Did you ch*ck the equipment? The spot I stepped on had grease,” Abigail immediately demanded. After all, that was very important evidence. 

“There’s no use. While I could smell that something was wrong with the water around you, all of that was washed away. The water might have looked like it was aimed at you, but it was all so they could wash away the grease. When Eric spoke to Tristan, he knew Tristan had another card up his sleeves. 

“Tristan is an evil man! How can he be so cruel?” Miranda’s b*dy quivered in anger. 

Just as she said that, the door was slammed 

open. 

Sean was panting hard as he stood in the doorway 

Cameron soon arrived. When he spotted Eric and Miranda in the room, he politely said, “Please leave us for a moment. Mr. Graham would like to speak with Ms. Quinn in private.” 

Eric glanced at Abigail. 

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She nodded and gently said, “Go on. I’ll be fine.” 

The fact that she intentionally rea*sured Eric caused joy to return to his glum face. 

When Sean saw that, displeasure was painted all over his face. 

When Eric and Miranda left, Sean slammed the door shut. 

Abigail unwittingly frowned. “Why are you acting like a madman?“ 

“I think you’re the mad one. Don’t you know that Eric is getting married to someone from the Pearsons? How could you meet with his grandmother? Do you want to be bashed even harder on the internet?” His voice was trembling with fury as he clenched his fists. 

“Is that all you want to say?” she coldly asked. 

He walked over and looked down at her. “While I have no right to say anything, what you did just risked your grandmother’s life. What do you think the Pearsons would do to you and your grandmother when they find out you’re getting together with Eric once more?” 

“If you’re only here to talk about nonsense, please leave.” 

She then loudly hissed. 

She had accidentally pulled on her stitches in her anger. 

When he saw her pale she went, he immediately sat down and nervously asked, “What happened?” 

When she did not answer him, he pulled the blanket away to reveal her bandaged right arm. The blood on her sleeves caused his eyes to grow cold. This happened on set?” 

She deliberately turned away to look at the door. “You had someone call Tristan Stuart yesterday, didn’t you? Since you’re constantly monitoring the place, how do you not know about this?” 

Sean had been in such a rush that he did not have time to look at his phone. 

When he pulled out his phone, he spotted the videos Damon sent him. Once he was done watching them, his face turned pale. 

“Does he have a death wish?” He shot to his feet, intent on taking care of Tristan. 

“Thank you for your help yesterday, but I want to take care of Tristan myself,” she stated. 

“You? Take care of him? Don’t you realize just how precious your hands are? Since you know there’s something wrong with him, why do you insist on working with him? Is money that important to you?” He truly did not understand her mind. 

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“It’s my money! Of course, I can’t bear to part with it. If you’re only here to argue with me, you can leave,” she coldly retorted. 

She then frowned in discomfort. 

His face fell. “It’s because Eric is in the show. That’s why you’re forcing yourself to go through the humiliation.” 

“That’s none of your business,” she shot back. 

He froze as a bitter feeling swelled in him. 

True. It was none of his business. What right did he have to demand answers from her? 

“You’re taking advantage of the fact that I owe you one because you helped me to boldly restrict my movements and who I a*sociate with. Let me make it clear. Every time you help me, I only feel annoyed and irritated because I do not want to have anything to do with you at all!” She glared at him with frosty eyes. 

“Is that the kind of man I am in your eyes?” His hands were clenched into fists by his side. 

She could not even bother to look at him now. “Why did you run all the way here then? Didn’t we say to part on good terms? Why do you keep ruining everything for me?” 

He felt like everything he had done was an absolute joke after hearing her words. 

Moments later, he said, “I’m here because I don’t want you to humiliate your grandmother any further.” 

She flew into a fit of rage. “Humiliate? Is there something wrong with you?” 

After that roar, she screwed her eyes shut in agony. 

He certainly had great timing by agitating her just as her arm was injured. 

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