Abigail’s Second Life (Abigail Quinn)

Chapter 91

Chapter 91 She Might Escape

For the first time, Abigail barged into Sean’s bedroom without care. She stood at the doorway, her eyes

glistening with tears.

Sean was already displeased with her over the case of Victor. Before she could say anything, he mock

ed, “You came all the way here crying so I wouldn’t send him away?”

Abigail didn’t want to argue with him. “Grandma fell. I need to take a break to see her.” She was only w

orried about her grandmother at the moment.

Sean stopped mocking her, and he stood up. “Go out. I’ll be there in a moment.”

Abigail thought he would threaten her with her work, but it went smoother than she expected.

The night was approaching. Abigail came out of the hotel, pacing around the doorway in a hurry. A mo

ment later, Sean’s car slowly came out of the parking lot. When the car stopped before her, Abigail felt

her heart calming down a little.

Right after she took the seat beside Sean, he asked, “Do you know what happened to your grandmothe

r?”

Abigail held her phone, her fingers trembling. “Julie said she’s in the emergency room. I

have no idea what happened to her.”

Sean looked at her slender fingers, and he held her hand. “She’s not as young as she used to be, and

her bones are brittle. Tell her to stay at home at night if possible.”

Abigail’s fingers were numb from the cold, but the moment

he held her hand, slivers of warmth swam into her and encased her chilly heart. She looked at Sean. T

here was exhaustion in his eyes, and he was staring ahead. The lines on his face were tough.

Perhaps something in her had changed, but Abigail thought he looked a bit softer that night, unlike his

usual self. She had a lot to say, yet she could say nothing.

They came to the hospital a while later. Julie had gone into the ward with Analise. Sean took Abigail int

o the ward. Abigail felt much more relieved seeing that her grandmother was fine. She broke free of Se

an’s hand and lunged at Analise’s bed. She held Analise’s hand, and with worry, she asked, “Are you al

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“Yeah. Just sprained my leg a little. Julie’s a worrywart.” Analise smiled lovingly.

Sean approached the bed and checked the medical history. It was just a sprain, and her bones were al

right. He was relieved as well.

Analise could see that Sean was exhausted, and she waved at him. “Must’ve gotten in the way of your

work, Sean. Sorry I had to trouble you even when you were working.”

Sean held Analise’s wrinkly hand. For once, he gently said, “It’s alright.”

Analise looked at him, and with concern, she said, “Look at you. So tired, but you still came all the way

here. This is my fault. I’ll go back once my leg is healed. You kids go back to work.”

“Don’t mention it,” said Sean.

Abigail went to a corner and summoned Julie over, then she asked how this whole thing happened. Juli

e said that she was cleaning the kitchen, and Analise insisted on taking the trash out. She fell right after

she left the house.

“Thanks. You go home and get some rest. I’ll deal with things here.” Abigail walked Julie to the door.

Analise had drifted to sleep while she was talking to Sean.

Abigail approached Sean and whispered, “You go home too. I can deal with this alone. She should be d

ischarged tomorrow, and I’m coming back to the set after that.”

Sean was exhausted. It took two hours just to drive all the way from the set to the hospital. It was

nearly eleven, and he looked at Abigail coolly. “You’re telling me to let Cameron drive while he’s

exhausted too?”

Abigail pursed her lips, but she said nothing. Sean clicked his tongue and held Abigail’s hand. “Your gra

ndmother’s fine,” he said softly, thinking that Abigail was still in shock. “We’ll stay at the hospital for the

night.” Right after that, he called Cameron.

Abigail listened as he told Cameron to arrange a caretaker. She then realized he was trying to cheer he

r up a while ago.

They shared a bed that night, and Abigail thought things were

a little cramped. The caretaker drew the curtains shut, cooping the little bed in a small space.

Abigail was resting her head on Sean’s arm. Her heart was in a rut. When she was drifting to sleep,

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Abigail was resting her head on Sean’s arm. Her heart

was in a rut. When she was drifting to sleep, the phone on the nightstand vibrated, and it rang.

“Your phone!” Abigail urged Sean, worried it might disturb her grandmother, who was right beside

them.

Sean was dead tired. He took his phone and tos