Chapter 127: The Unwanted One

Sean's lips traced her fair neck, and his hands wandered. Abigail didn't resist.

Her body heated up as he kissed her. Looking at him, she asked in a trembling voice, "Why are you wearing a white suit today?"

He didn't answer, kissing her lips instead.

When Abigail woke the next morning, Sean had already left. She freshened up and went to the living room, where she found Analise busy. Analise turned to her and asked, "Sean left early and skipped breakfast. Did you upset him last night?"

"No. I'm going to visit his grandparents today. You don't need to prepare lunch for me," Abigail said, heading toward the kitchen.

Analise nodded. As Abigail left the kitchen with breakfast, her grandmother added, "I made some pasta for you and Sean. I'll put it in the freezer. If you don't feel like cooking, just reheat it."

As Abigail sat at the dining table, she asked Analise, "Why? Are you going home?"

Analise nodded. "Yes. Living here is too restrictive. I'm stuck at home all day and can't do anything. I'm not used to it."

"After some time, I plan to buy a new house with a yard. You can plant flowers and vegetables there," Abigail said anxiously.

"Why bother? My roots are in the village; I can't live in the city," Analise said with a kind smile.

Abigail drank her soup. "Grandma, if you must go back, promise me you'll use the money to treat your diabetes every month. Don't try to save money on it."

"I'm not" Analise replied softly.

"If you follow your treatment regularly, your eyesight won't go blind. The doctor said last time that if you continue like this, you'll lose your eyesight," Abigail said, expressing her worry openly.

Analise fell silent.

The morning sun shone on Abigail, casting a gentle golden glow. She looked exceptionally tender. "Grandma, if you promise me, I'll let you return. One day, if your eyesight deteriorates, I'll return to your town to look after you."

"What nonsense are you talking about I'll get proper treatment, so you don't have to worry. Okay?" Analise's voice held a hint of sadness.

At the Graham Estate, Abigail brought some of Analise's pasta. Although she knew Cornelie wouldn't appreciate it, she couldn't come empty-handed.

When Colby saw her, he stopped what he was doing and asked kindly, "Sean didn't come with you?"

"He's even busier after his business trip, so I'm here to help out," Abigail replied, changing her shoes and carrying a small, beautiful basket.

Seeing the basket, he scolded her, slightly displeased, "You didn't have to!"

Despite this, he called out, "Dahlia."

Dahlia immediately rushed from the kitchen.

Abigail walked to him and said softly, "The pasta is Grandma's, and there's a box of tea, too."

Colby smiled. "Did your grandmother visit you?"

"Yes, but she's leaving tomorrow. She can't stay in the city long. She gets restless cooped up at home with nothing to do," Abigail said casually.

As they chatted, Cornelie came downstairs. Still upset about the last acupuncture incident, she glared at Abigail and said sarcastically, "What are you doing here? If you get hurt again, will you complain to Sean, too?"

Colby immediately looked displeased. "She came to visit you. Can't you appreciate it?"

"Didn't ask her to. I'd rather see my grandson instead!" Cornelie retorted.

Abigail pursed her lips, feeling uncomfortable.

Seeing her silence, Colby scolded Cornelie, "Do you think she gets to choose whether she can bear a child?"

"Oh, should Sean do it then? If he had the ability, would we even need her? I found a traditional medicine doctor for her. Not only is she infertile, but she even said I brought the doctor to harm her! Fine! Joan can easily do the job instead of her. If she can't bear a child, what's she doing in our family?" Cornelie, agitated, spoke without restraint.

Colby slammed the coffee table. "Enough! What good is it for Joan to follow Sean without status or identity? I think you're blinded by jealousy and just babbling at this point!"

"Grandpa, Grandma, I didn't come to argue. I'll just go," Abigail said, hurrying upstairs.

The elderly couple, once harmonious, had argued more frequently in the two years since Sean's marriage, mainly about having a child.

Abigail had only taken a few steps when Cornelie clutched her chest and moaned in pain.

"Dahlia, call Sean My chest hurts"

"Call the family doctor," Colby said, immediately suppressing his anger and rushing to support her.

Cornelie, still upset, pushed him away, crying, "You always side with her. With her around, there's never peace at home!"

"You go ahead and take care of your business," he said frustratedly.

Abigail felt deeply upset and turned to go upstairs.