Chapter 91 She Might Escape
For the first time, Abigail barged into Sean’s bedroom without care. She stood at the doorway, her eyes glistening with tears.
Sean was already displeased with her over the case of Victor. Before she could say anything, he mocked, “You came all the way here crying so I wouldn’t send him away?”
Abigail didn’t want to argue with him. “Grandma fell. I need to take a break to see her.” She was only worried about her grandmother at the moment.
Sean stopped mocking her, and he stood up. “Go out. I’ll be there in a moment.”
Abigail thought he would threaten her with her work, but it went smoother than she expected.
The night was approaching. Abigail came out of the hotel, pacing around the doorway in a hurry. A moment later, Sean’s car slowly came out of the parking lot. When the car stopped before her, Abigail felt her heart calming down a little.
Right after she took the seat beside Sean, he asked, “Do you know what happened to your grandmother?”
Abigail held her phone, her fingers trembling. “Julie said she’s in the emergency room. I have no idea what happened to her.”
Sean looked at her slender fingers, and he held her hand. “She’s not as young as she used to be, and her bones are brittle. Tell her to stay at home at night if possible.”
Abigail’s fingers were numb from the cold, but the moment he held her hand, slivers of warmth swam into her and encased her chilly heart. She looked at Sean. There was exhaustion in his eyes, and he was staring ahead. The lines on his face were tough.
Perhaps something in her had changed, but Abigail thought he looked a bit softer that night, unlike his usual self. She had a lot to say, yet she could say nothing.
They came to the hospital a while later. Julie had gone into the ward with Analise. Sean took Abigail into the ward. Abigail felt much more relieved seeing that her grandmother was fine. She broke free of Sean’s hand and lunged at Analise’s bed. She held Analise’s hand, and with worry, she asked, “Are you alright, Grandma?”
“Yeah. Just sprained my leg a little. Julie’s a worrywart.” Analise smiled lovingly.
Sean approached the bed and checked the medical history. It was just a sprain, and her bones were alright. He was relieved as well.
Analise could see that Sean was exhausted, and she waved at him. “Must’ve gotten in the way of your work, Sean. Sorry I had to trouble you even when you were working.”
Sean held Analise’s wrinkly hand. For once, he gently said, “It’s alright.”
Analise looked at him, and with concern, she said, “Look at you. So tired, but you still came all the way here. This is my fault. I’ll go back once my leg is healed. You kids go back to work.”
“Don’t mention it,” said Sean.
Abigail went to a corner and summoned Julie over, then she asked how this whole thing happened. Julie said that she was cleaning the kitchen, and Analise insisted on taking the trash out. She fell right after she left the house.
“Thanks. You go home and get some rest. I’ll deal with things here.” Abigail walked Julie to the door.
Analise had drifted to sleep while she was talking to Sean.
Abigail approached Sean and whispered, “You go home too. I can deal with this alone. She should be discharged tomorrow, and I’m coming back to the set after that.”
Sean was exhausted. It took two hours just to drive all the way from the set to the hospital. It was
nearly eleven, and he looked at Abigail coolly. “You’re telling me to let Cameron drive while he’s
exhausted too?”
Abigail pursed her l*ps, but she said nothing. Sean clicked his tongue and held Abigail’s hand. “Your grandmother’s fine,” he said softly, thinking that Abigail was still in shock. “We’ll stay at the hospital for the night.” Right after that, he called Cameron.
Abigail listened as he told Cameron to arrange a caretaker. She then realized he was trying to cheer her up a while ago.
They shared a bed that night, and Abigail thought things were a little cramped. The caretaker drew the curtains shut, cooping the little bed in a small space.
Abigail was resting her head on Sean’s arm. Her heart was in a rut. When she was drifting to sleep,
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Abigail was resting her head on Sean’s arm. Her heart was in a rut. When she was drifting to sleep, the phone on the nightstand vibrated, and it rang.
“Your phone!” Abigail urged Sean, worried it might disturb her grandmother, who was right beside
them.
Sean was dead tired. He took his phone and tossed it to Abigail.
