Chapter 91: She Might Escape

For the first time, Abigail barged into Sean's bedroom without a care. She stood in the doorway, her eyes glistening with tears.

Sean was already displeased with her over the Victor situation. Before she could speak, he mocked, "You came all this way crying so I wouldn't send him away?"

Abigail didn't want to argue. "Grandma fell. I need a break to see her." She was only worried about her grandmother.

Sean stopped mocking her and stood up. "Go. I'll be there in a moment."

Abigail expected him to threaten her about her work, but it went more smoothly than she anticipated.

Night was approaching. Abigail hurried out of the hotel, pacing near the doorway. A moment later, Sean's car slowly emerged from the parking lot. When it stopped before her, Abigail felt her heart calm slightly.

Immediately after she sat beside him, he asked, "Do you know what happened to your grandmother?"

Abigail held her phone, her fingers trembling. "Julie said she's in the emergency room. I have no idea what happened."

Sean looked at her slender, trembling fingers and took her hand. "She's not as young as she used to be, and her bones are brittle. Tell her to stay home at night if possible."

Abigail's fingers were numb from the cold, but the moment he held her hand, warmth spread through her, chasing away the chill. She looked at Sean. Exhaustion lined his face, and his gaze was fixed ahead. His features seemed harder than usual.

Perhaps something had changed in her perception, but Abigail thought he looked softer that night. She had much to say, but found herself speechless.

They arrived at the hospital a while later. Julie had gone into the ward with Analise. Sean took Abigail inside. Abigail was relieved to see her grandmother was fine. She released Sean's hand and rushed to Analise's bed. Holding Analise's hand, she worriedly asked, "Are you alright, Grandma?"

"Yeah. Just a sprained leg. Julie's a worrywart." Analise smiled affectionately.

Sean approached the bed and checked the medical chart. It was only a sprain; her bones were fine. He was relieved as well.

Analise saw Sean's exhaustion and waved at him. "Must have disrupted your work, Sean. Sorry to trouble you."

Sean held Analise's wrinkled hand. Unusually gently, he said, "It's alright."

Analise looked at him with concern. "Look at you, so tired, but you still came. This is my fault. I'll go home once my leg heals. You kids go back to work."

"Don't mention it," Sean replied.

Abigail went to a corner and called Julie over to ask what happened. Julie explained that she was cleaning the kitchen, and Analise insisted on taking out the trash. She fell right after leaving the house.

"Thanks. Go home and rest. I'll handle things here." Abigail walked Julie to the door. Analise had fallen asleep while talking to Sean.

Abigail approached Sean and whispered, "You go home too. I can manage. She should be discharged tomorrow, and I'll return to the set afterward."

Sean was exhausted. The drive from the set to the hospital had taken two hours. It was nearly eleven o'clock, and he looked at Abigail coolly. "You're telling me to let Cameron drive while he's exhausted too?"

Abigail pursed her lips, but said nothing. Sean clicked his tongue and held her hand. "Your grandmother's fine," he said softly, assuming Abigail was still in shock. "We'll stay at the hospital tonight." He then called Cameron.

Abigail listened as he instructed Cameron to arrange for a caretaker. She realized he had been trying to cheer her up earlier.

They shared a bed that night, and Abigail found it cramped. The caretaker drew the curtains, making the small bed feel even smaller.

Abigail rested her head on Sean's arm. Her heart felt heavy. As she drifted to sleep, the phone on the nightstand vibrated and rang.

"Your phone!" Abigail urged Sean, worried it would disturb her grandmother, who was sleeping beside them.

Sean, dead tired, took his phone and tossed it to Abigail.