I Want a Divorce (Abigail and Sean) novel Chapter 702

Abigail remained silent. She stood up, grabbed her coat, and left.

Josh watched her departure, then sat down and turned to Sean. "What's with the sudden outburst?"

"What is your true intention in going to Saraville?" Sean lost his appetite for breakfast and leaned back in his chair to ask.

"I already told you I'm going to see someone. What do you think I'm doing?" Josh replied as he served himself a bowl of soup.

Sean stopped talking and hesitated whether to let Xavien continue investigating the whole matter concerning Alice.

Alice had saved his life; even though she had passed away peacefully and contentedly, Sean was not willing to be kept in the dark.

"What's wrong with you? You finally got together with her, and you're arguing?" Josh asked again.

"We didn't argue. I just didn't sleep well last night and got a bit cranky. She's always so busy. I wish she could spend more time with me." Sean put down his phone and thought it would be better not to investigate to avoid causing problems and breaking up with Abigail again.

Josh understood him. "Give her some more time. Maybe she's also trying to settle the company's affairs as soon as possible so she can marry you?"

Sean smiled silently and did not say anything.

If only that were the case.

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Abigail contacted Ronaldo again, but unfortunately, Ronaldo still did not respond to her.

After she transferred to Eastbay, Abigail went to the hospital where Larry was.

Larry was very different from before.

As soon as he saw Abigail, he made a cheerful sound and called out to her.

Abigail picked him up and asked, "Larry, how have you been lately?"

Larry reached out his hand, as pale as paper, and gently grabbed her hair as he made a sound like a tinkling bell.

"His condition has been very good lately." The nurse at the side told Abigail with a smile.

"How is he doing?" Abigail asked instinctively.

The nurse went to the side, took out his medical record from the cabinet, and handed it to Abigail.

"The pills Mr. Fernandez brought recently have been very effective. He feels much better after taking them, but there aren't many pills left." The nurse was worried. "I asked Mr. Fernandez, and he said that the doctor who made the pills had an accident and couldn't make them anymore."

Abigail finally understood that she was supposed to take the prescription to Martin to make the pills.

"If I have the prescription, can the hospital make them?" She didn't know who Martin was or where he was.

"We can't. When Mr. Fernandez brought the pills to the hospital, he asked us to make them, but even with the prescription, it's useless." The nurse shook her head.