The Marriage She Turned into War novel Chapter 119

I scoffed bitterly and shook my head, feeling a wave of self-mockery wash over me.

When I looked up at Abigail again, I saw that her anger had turned into cold indifference and pride.

"I'll let you off today," she said in a low voice. "But whether the investment in Lana's treatment continues after her surgery is completely up to me. Samuel, you know that I hate trouble the most."

Abigail stared at me, her eyes full of clear provocation. "I'll have Martha make dinner tonight. If you want to talk, be home by 8:00 pm. Do you hear me?"

I frowned, confused by her intentions. But before I could ask, she turned and walked away without giving me a chance to respond.

As I watched Abigail leave, I felt like all the strength in my body had been drained away.

It was as if the woman walking away wasn't the same Abigail I had once known. Her heart was a fragile shell—shiny on the outside, but hollow and broken on the inside.

I stood outside Lana's ward, anxiously waiting for her surgery to end.

Thankfully, the surgery was a success. The doctor told me that as long as Lana rested well, she should be discharged in about two weeks.

I wiped my eyes, tears streaming down my face.

In my eyes, Lana was like my second sister.

But Kayla didn't have the same fate. She didn't even make it to the operating room.

I stayed with Lana until evening, and when she woke up, I brought her a set of toys and some snacks. I left her in the care of the nurse and took a cab straight to Abigail's house.

However, when I entered the electronic door's code to get in, the system repeatedly told me that the password was incorrect.