I Want a Divorce (Abigail and Sean) novel Chapter 385

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 check 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?”