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I Want a Divorce (Abigail and Sean) novel Chapter 773

The architecture reminiscent of castles from the Equaian century dotted the landscape.

Simond was quite considerate when preparing a wheelchair for Andrew.

As Martin wheeled Andrew around, Andrew was exceptionally delighted. Their journey across the seas to the archipelagic nations gradually opened up his world, and he was no longer confined to his cage-like laboratory.

"Dad, the houses here are so beautiful, and the colors are so vibrant," Andrew said to Martin.

Martin nodded. Simond had warned him not to mention the name of this place, so he had to avoid it and said, "Yes, many countries have houses like these in various colors. In the future, if we have the chance, we'll see many beautiful sights."

Abigail, being led by Simond, couldn't see and had no one to tell her where they were.

The group got into the car.

Andrew remained quietly content as he gazed out the window throughout the journey. He knew Abigail couldn't see and might feel sad about it, so he suppressed his own joy and chose to quietly relish the moment.

They arrived at a heavily guarded ancient castle. Simond waited for Martin and Andrew to alight from the car before assisting Abigail.

Abigail held her child as she slowly made her way out of the car, and then Simond embraced her shoulders.

"You remember my voice, don't you?" Simond's voice turned serious.

Abigail murmured in agreement.

"Let's go," he spoke softly and led her forward. "If someone who isn't with me tells you to go out for dinner or anything like that, don't listen to them."

"Okay." She complied obediently.

Simond quite liked her. Despite enduring so much, she never completely succumbed to despair, nor did she ever have a major outburst or breakdown. She would cry and then bounce back.

With someone like her, he didn't need to spend extra time and effort to make her submit to him.

Inside the castle, it was eerily quiet, with rows of black-clad bodyguards, each as imposing as the devil.

Although Abigail couldn't see, she could feel the serious atmosphere. It felt so solemn that even breathing had to be done cautiously.

Martin was even more apprehensive and kept Andrew close behind Simond.

Andrew, like a child, stole a few glances before quickly averting his gaze in fear.

At that moment, Larry's mouth quivered. He was about to cry when Simond promptly covered it.

"Keep him quiet, and don't let him disturb anyone," Simond said coldly.

Abigail covered Larry's eyes and gently rocked him.

Finally, they reached the room, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Andrew and Martin were separated from Abigail, leaving only her and Larry in the room.

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