Chapter 285 Are You Putting on a Show?
Abigail held her phone, tears welling up in her eyes.
She knew that one day, her grandmother, like her grandfather, would leave her due to old age. However, when her grandmother said these words, she couldn’t help but feel overwhelmingly sad.
“I know, Grandma.” Abigail’s voice was subdued, but she was no longer as panicked as before.
She realized that she had overreacted because of Chad and had forgotten that her grandmother had lived several decades longer than she had.
“I’ll be back as soon as I get my business done,” Analise mentioned before hanging up the phone.
Her indifference left Abigail feeling flustered, and she sniffled while holding her phone, suppressing her tears.
Sitting on the couch, Abigail unfolded the letter and stared blankly at it.
What important business could Grandma have?
After a while, she folded the letter and stood up.
Even if Analise didn’t want her to interfere, Abigail couldn’t just sit at home and wait for her
return.
Meanwhile, Sean had received news that Abigail’s grandmother was taking a train to Capitalis early on.
He had previously ordered Cameron to send a few men to keep an eye on Analise, so there were two of them currently at Capitalis with her. Nevertheless, Sean felt somewhat reassured about Abigail’s grandmother’s trip to Capitalis.
“Why would Old Mrs. Quinn go to Capitalis? Chad’s threat is no longer valid, and we’ve had the police remind her, but she still went alone despite everything.” Cameron couldn’t fathom her
actions.
Sean’s expression was indiscernible under the dimly lit night.
He stood outside the self–service ticket machine at the train station with furrowed brows, watching as Abigail was escorted out by station security and then re–entered to search for him.
Abigail had been arguing with security here for half an hour, trying to find out which ticket her grandmother had purchased.
The last time she was escorted out, the security guard had gone from exasperation to anger. “If you come in again, I’m going to call the police! Can’t you just go home and ask your family? If you think she’s missing, go to the police station and let the police handle it! Obstructing official duties is illegal!”
Abigail’s hair was disheveled by the night wind.
Exhausted, she stood on the stairs for quite some time. Then, she turned around, sat on the steps, and rested her head on her hands in frustration.
Sean approached her.
He stood in front of her, sighed helplessly, and asked, “If there’s really no other way, can’t you just ask me for help?”
Abigail suddenly raised her head. Her eyes were red, and they were filled with a sense of powerlessness.
“Get up. Let’s go eat. Sean extended his hand to Abigail.
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