Chapter 129: The Defeated Sean

Sean pressed his lips tightly together, his eyes fixed on Abigail. Impatiently, she said, “If you’ve run the background check, bring that doctor to Grandma, and everything will be resolved.”

“Grandma is in the hospital, and you didn’t even go to see her. I called you, and it was all in vain,” he replied.

Standing up, she said coldly, “Do you think she’d want to see me? Because of the doctor she found, I almost died. If you don’t explain it to her, she will always believe I told on you and will constantly oppose me. Am I not wronged?” Without giving him a chance to respond, she continued, “You never address family conflicts; you never try to resolve them. When something goes wrong, you blame me. What does it take for her to admit the doctor was the problem? My life?”

“Watch your words,” he said, restraining his anger.

“Think about who started this. She’s old, but that doesn’t mean I have to endure the harm she caused. You knew perfectly well about my situation, yet you came here to accuse me. Do you have the right?” She sat down, forcefully opened a book, and began to read.

Suddenly, he reached for her hand. “Come with me to the hospital to see Grandma. I’ll talk to her myself.”

“You can go with Joan. I have to work,” she shrugged off his hand, showing no compassion.

“Abigail—”

“Get out. I don’t want to deal with this. My grandmother plans to leave, but I don’t want her to. This is perfect timing. She can stay and take care of me. Even if your grandmother doesn’t consider me family, I have someone who genuinely cares about me,” she said, her eyes brimming with tears.

“In that case, I’ll go to the hospital with your grandmother.” He turned and left.

“Are you out of your mind?” Abigail stood up abruptly, sending her chair sliding across the floor to the window.

Sean looked at her calmly. “Are you coming with me or not?”

She bit her lip, then slammed her pen on the table and went to the wardrobe for some clothes.

Analise watched them leave with apprehension.

“Grandma, I’m going out with him to take care of some things. If you get hungry, eat. I’ll eat when I get back,” Abigail told her.

Analise nodded and softly advised, “You need to control your temper and not always provoke people, understand?”

“I know,” Abigail mumbled.

In Sean’s car, she seemed eager to see the drama unfold at the hospital. They soon arrived at the downtown hospital. As she got out, he took her hand.

“Let’s go.”

She followed him obediently, her face expressionless.

A few steps from Cornelie’s ward, they heard Joan’s laughter. “Mr. Stewart, you’re quite the comedian. You even made Grandma laugh.” Cornelie’s laughter followed.

When Sean and Abigail appeared at the doorway, all three inside were stunned. Kevin jumped up from the bed. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming, Sean?”

Sean looked coldly at Joan. “Who told you to come?”

Abigail stood at the door, a hint of sarcasm on her lips.

Cornelie looked stern. “Why can’t she? I asked her to. What about it?” She looked at Abigail. “Why did you bring her here? I feel sick seeing her.”

Kevin hurriedly said to the embarrassed Joan, “Let’s go, Miss Palmer. They need to discuss family matters.”

“Why can’t Joan stay? She’s family to me,” Cornelie said, holding Joan’s hand.

Abigail said indifferently, “Alright, have a good family chat. I haven’t had dinner yet, so I’ll go home.”

“What nonsense are you talking about?” Sean turned to her.

Kevin quickly ushered Joan out. Joan looked pitifully at Sean but quickly followed Kevin, intimidated by his gaze.

After Kevin closed the door behind Abigail, Sean looked at Cornelie. “You did something wrong. Do you know that?”

“I didn’t. I intend to make you divorce her,” Cornelie said calmly. “She can’t have children, but we Grahams have supported her for three years. We’ve done our duty.”

“The doctor you found almost killed her. If I hadn’t intervened, the Quinns would have come after you for their granddaughter,” Sean calmly explained, sitting beside her.

“It’s all a lie! Something like that is impossible. Do you think I’m too old to deceive?” she retorted, unconvinced.

“If I bring that doctor—”

“You don’t need to. You’re very good at twisting the truth, and I know that well,” she interrupted. “She can’t have children, so you must divorce her unless you want me to die in this hospital.”

Seeing Sean defeated, Abigail felt a surge of satisfaction.

This revised version improves grammar, punctuation, and flow. I also removed the asterisks as the implied words were easily inferred. Word choices were also refined for clarity and conciseness.