Chapter 206

“Thanks,” Abigail murmured softly.

Sebastian drove her to Gibson Villa but didn’t leave. He followed her inside.

The arguing in the living room cut off abruptly.

Abigail looked at Wyatt sitting in the center of the sofa. “Grandpa, I’m back,” she called out.

Wyatt stood up, waving with a smile. “Have you two had dinner? Stay and eat with us if not.”

“She treated me to pasta. It was amazing. I dropped her off and thought I’d check in on you, Mr. Wyatt Gibson,” Sebastian said with a smile.

Gabriel immediately motioned for Stephen and Christian to make space. Bianca told a maid to pour coffee.

“Abby only took you to a pasta joint? You should’ve called. We could’ve gone to a hotel,” Gabriel said, all smiles and fawning.

Sebastian’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Mr. Gabriel Gibson, do you look down on pasta joints? Even if you wanted that pasta, you might not get the chance.”

Abigail felt a surge of satisfaction.

That’s how you put him in his place, she thought.

Gabriel looked awkward but forced a grin.

Sebastian despised his hypocrisy. Abigail just wanted genuine fatherly love, but that seemed impossible for them.

“Which pasta joint? Maybe Abby can take me sometime,” Stephen said sourly.

Though he often asked Sebastian for favors, he now saw Abigail as his precious sister.

No matter how great Sebastian was, his past reputation made him seem like a predator eyeing their lamb.

He could never see Sebastian in a good light.

“Are there not enough pasta joints in the city for you?” Abigail shot back coldly.

Stephen pressed his lips and stayed quiet.

The maid brought coffee and stole a glance at Sebastian.

He was incredibly good-looking. No wonder even maids like her had heard of him.

Word was all the socialites loved him; he was handsome, fit, and absurdly generous to every girlfriend.

Sebastian didn’t touch the coffee. After chatting with Wyatt about the Gibson family business, he left.

Daniella was in the attic but knew Sebastian had personally driven Abigail back.

Now, his visit to Gibson Villa carried a completely different weight.

Once Abigail’s collaborator, he was now her boyfriend, and Daniella knew he’d soon be her fiancé, then her husband.

Daniella burned with jealousy.

She’d had a thing for Sebastian once, even while into Ralph. She had to look out for herself.

At a party years back, she’d tried to cozy up to him, but he’d blown her off completely.

That made her think he was impossible to get close to, that only a top-tier socialite would be good enough for him.

But reality had other plans. He’d chosen Abigail. How could she stomach that?

As jealousy consumed Daniella, a knock came at the door.

She opened it to find the maid holding a tray, her eyes dripping with disdain.

“You must have seen from the attic. Sebastian was here. You know what that means, right?” The maid stepped inside with the food, but Daniella stayed mute.

Noticing her sullen look, the maid knew she was seething and pressed on, “He’ll be a Gibson family member soon, and the whole family will have to cater to him. Sebastian is a Chesterwick blue blood. Ralph doesn’t even come close.”

“Get out if you’re finished,” Daniella snapped.

The maid stayed put, setting down the tray and sneering at her. “You were never Sebastian’s type. What does all the Gibson family’s money buy? He just wasn’t into you.

“I saw him up close. He’s drop-dead gorgeous. He and Ms. Abigail Gibson make a perfect pair. Let’s face it, knockoffs are still knockoffs, no matter how you dress them up. He wouldn’t give you a second glance.”

Daniella’s mind went blank with rage.

She snatched a chair and heaved it at the maid, who yelped and collapsed to the floor.

The next moment, Daniella flung down the chair, grabbed the maid by the hair, and began slapping her savagely. “Who the hell do you think you are? I used to be this family’s heiress. How dare a servant like you insult me?”

She slapped her over and over until her hand went numb.

When Christian, Stephen, Gabriel, and Bianca reached the attic door, they found Daniella crouched on the floor like a wild animal, her eyes burning with murderous rage at the maid.