Chapter 159

Mrs. Graham Hopped on a Plane and Left

On his way to the hospital, Sean called Cameron to check on the license plate of the car that Abigail hopped in.

Meanwhile, Abigail arrived at the Elysian Garden Hotel just as Luna asked her assistant to send Abigail’s belongings over.

“Abigail, Luna’s busy with a client at the moment and asked me to send these to you. Are you alright?” The assistant had a concerned expression on her face.

Abigail looked totally disheveled. Even though she usually dressed down, she was never in this state—barefoot with wrinkled clothes and matted hair.

“I’m fine. I got wet. You may return if you have work. I’ll be heading to Ragos after I’m done cleaning up, so I don’t need you here.” Abigail pulled her luggage to a wider space.

The assistant watched as she opened up her luggage and took out a change of clothes.

“I’ll go get you some food before I leave, so you can eat before boarding the plane,” the assistant said and exited her room.

So, after her shower, Abigail came out to find a pack of ravioli on the table that the assistant had left before leaving.

After finishing the food, she headed to the airport, where Eric was waiting for her. As they were waiting to board, Eric grabbed a magazine and asked, “Miss Quinn, I wanted to ask, how did you end up like that with just a trip back home?”

Abigail felt a little awkward but still answered him since he had helped her. “My family didn’t want me to work. That was it.”

Of course, Eric wouldn’t find out the details of what happened. Not allowing her to work… “Your cousin’s family is that unreasonable?” Eric was shocked.

“Old people. She probably wanted me to stay by her side,” she answered with a smile.

Eric didn’t know what to say as he could feel her aversion in her smile, but he was in no place to interfere since it was her private matter.

Then, they boarded the plane when it was ready. Abigail informed Luna and switched off her phone to rest.

Back at the hospital, Sean found out that it was Eric who took Abigail away and couldn’t help but frown.

Cameron stood beside him and whispered, “Mrs. Graham’s plane has taken off.”

“Got it. You may go rest. Come back here later to care for her.” Fatigue crept up Sean’s face.

Going back home was supposed to be a happy thing, but things turned out for the worse. Sean stared at Joan, who was lying on the bed, as he began to look back at the past three years he was with Abigail.

At Ragos, Lewis shook his head disapprovingly at Abigail. “You’re lucky Eric was there. If not, you would have blown our plans apart.”

“I’m really sorry. I didn’t expect a nap to turn into something so big.” Abigail’s voice was laced with guilt.

However, Lewis shook his head helplessly. “Go get ready. We have work tomorrow.”

The days at Ragos were tough on the actors and staff. As a girl who grew up in Pendorf, Abigail suffered from frostbite on her hands and legs after working outside for three days in Ragos’ cold weather.

When her hands and legs were warmed up at night, they would start to itch. Finding it hard to sleep with the itch, Abigail put on a down jacket and went outside to push her hands into the snow.

That was the scene Eric saw when he went out.

She was surprised by his sudden appearance and asked, “Why are you awake at a time like this?”

“I was looking for inspiration. Did you see the director’s face during the day because we didn’t get a good shot? Why are your hands in the snow?” Eric smiled bitterly but was also curious about her actions.

Abigail was helpless and showed him her hands. “I was born and raised in Pendorf where the weather’s nice. It’s too cold here. My hands and legs are covered in frostbite. It’s so itchy that no cream is helping.”

“Your hands will fall off if you do this. Besides, it won’t look good if they're swollen. Go back in,” Eric said sternly.

However, it wasn’t Abigail’s fault as she just couldn’t stand the itch. Now that Eric had caught her, she could only return to her room. Once she was warmed up in the heated room, the frostbite on her hands started to itch again. It was torturing her.

After trying to deal with it for half an hour, she was about to sleep when she heard a knock on the door.

She was surprised and found a hotel staff member standing at her door after looking through the peephole. She opened the door and asked, “What’s the matter?”

“Ms. Quinn, may I confirm if the last four digits of your phone number are 7423?” the staff asked politely.

Despite being confused, Abigail answered with a smile since the number was right. “Yes.”

“Here’s your delivery.” The staff passed a bag to her.

She returned to her room and shook the bag. It wasn’t heavy, and she opened it to find a pair of gloves with a cable attached to them and an ointment to treat frostbite.

As she took the things out, she saw a card with Eric’s signature.

‘Miss Quinn, do charge the gloves before you sleep tonight, so you can wear them throughout the day. You should also apply the ointment tonight. It’ll help with the itch. Also, I’ll be waiting for you in the hotel’s backyard tomorrow at 6:30 AM for a run.’

It was the first time Abigail had seen chargeable gloves, and she was amazed by them. On top of that, Eric’s consideration touched her a little.

They didn’t usually talk much, yet Eric would always help her when she needed it the most.

The next morning, Abigail met up with Eric for a run as per his invitation.