I was his allergen she was his cure what if this allergen turns lethal? novel Chapter 60

Chapter 4

“I’m not asking for your permission.”

Alexander’s face twisted in fury, and he gripped my wrist so tightly it hurt. His voice trembled with anger.

“Eleanor, get a hold of yourself. You caused this disaster. I haven’t even held you accountable, and you think you have the right to divorce me?”

Then his tone suddenly softened, like he was trying to coax a child.

“Fine. I’ll talk to Abigail and make her write a letter of forgiveness.”

“Stop making a scene. I didn’t mean for the child to be hurt. I’ll protect you.”

I looked at his earnest expression and burst into bitter laughter.

Protect me? I spat.

You hit me, kicked me, humiliated me in public, framed me, and even let our child gone. Is this your idea of protection?

“Alexander, I don’t need your protection.”

“I didn’t start the fire. Feel free to investigate it all you want.”

I tried to walk away, but his grip on my wrist only tightened.

His eyes were filled with conflict and exhaustion, as if he was struggling to decide whether he should shield me or not.

“You’re a grown woman, and yet you act less sensible than Abigail, who’s just a child.”

Abigail’s eyes flashed with hatred, but when she heard his words, her expression shifted to one of aggrieved innocence.

“Alexander, if that’s what you want, then for your sake, I’m willing to forgive her.”

“I won’t press charges, but I’m really scared of what Eleanor might do next…”

“You promised my parents you’d never let me suffer…”

The look of fake innocence on her face turned my stomach.

I wrenched my hand free from Alexander’s grip and stood there, coldly observing the two of them.

The moment Abigail mentioned her parents again, Alexander’s expression shifted uneasily.

Finally, as if he’d made some sort of decision, he spoke with a tone of forced conviction:

“Eleanor, I’m sorry, but I can’t let Abigail suffer even a little.”

With that, he took Abigail and walked away.

The door slammed shut in front of me.

I stared at the dark, cold door lock and pressed my lips together.

12:21

I Was His Allergen, She Was The Cure. What If This Allergen Turns Lethal?

44.0%

Chapter 4

“You’ve already hurt Abigail. Do you really want her to think I don’t trust her, too?”

“I only see her as a sister. Why you so hate her?”

A single tear slipped down my cheek, uncontrollable and bitter.

The next scene that flashed through my mind was Abigail falling down the stairs.

Alexander’s brows knitted into a tight cross, and his gaze toward me was nothing but icy disdain.

“Didn’t I tell you to stay away from her? Why would you do this?”

“You’re completely unreasonable. Abigail, don’t be afraid, I’ll take you to the hospital.”

With that, Alexander hoisted Abigail over his shoulder.

Before they left, Abigail looked back at me with a smirk filled with mockery and triumph.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify