Chapter 137 Not Caring for Anyone Now
Abigail stood up with her plate, her expression cold. “That’s because, over the past three years, I’ve told you many things, but you never once cared. I don’t want to talk about it anymore. I think it’s meaningless for you to know now.”
She walked into the kitchen and started washing up.
Just as she was done, Sean hugged her from behind and kissed her ear. “Tell me, Abigail. For the past three years….”
“If you want to do it, do it quickly. I need to sleep and wake up early tomorrow,” she interrupted his
words.
Hearing that, he reached out and pinched her waist. “Do you have to be like this?”
She winced in pain, her beautiful brows furrowing. “Are you doing it or not? If not, get out. I wasn’t
home for a week, and you didn’t come home either. Did you get tired of Joan and come back for
me?”
“I was at the Graham Estate the entire week. Why are you simply making assumptions? You said that you’re not jealous of Joan, but you keep mentioning her,” he said as he pinched her chin and held her face, forcing her to kiss him.
With that, the two of them were soon panting in the kitchen. Sean held her tightly, his voice husky. “I have my reasons for not wanting children.”.
“I don’t want to hear them. I won’t have your children. I’ll take contraceptives,” she said in a cold,
hard tone while panting.
When he heard that, his heart sank, and he let go of her. After he adjusted his clothes, he turned to
leave.
Meanwhile, Abigail leaned against the sink and lowered her gaze, looking at the undone dishes. She only returned to her senses when she heard a loud bang from the outside.
The next day, she was busy at the fabric market when her phone suddenly rang.
Seeing that it was Cornelie calling, she answered the call and walked to a relatively quiet place. She asked, “Is there something you need, Grandma? I’m on a business trip this week. I’m not in
Pendorf.”
Abigail maintained a good attitude while talking to her, but she showed no respect at all, causing
her tone to quickly turn cold. “Yes, why can’t you wait for a week? If it’s about taking supplements to have a child, then I’ll just pretend I didn’t take this call.”
“What did you say? How dare you speak to me like that? I don’t care where you are, but you must return to the Graham Estate today.” Cornelie’s anger was immediately ignited. She’s usually obedient, so why is she being so feisty today?!
“If you want to have a great-grandchild, you need to persuade Sean. I can’t give birth without him. By the way, I’m very busy here. If there’s nothing important, please don’t call me.” With that, Abigail hung up the phone.
A few minutes later, Analise’s call came through. “Abigail, how dare you speak disrespectfully to Sean’s grandmother?” she sc ded.
“Grandma, do you know how much I’ve suffered at her hands? If you side with her without knowing what happened, then I truly have no one to care about me.” Abigail stood in the sun, her eyes
slightly moist as she poured out her heart.
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