Chapter 220

“At least Christian has some sense of loyalty,” Sebastian said with a slight smile. “But would you really want someone like him?”

Abigail thought for a moment before letting out a sigh. “No, I wouldn’t. And I know that no matter what they do for me now, no matter how far they go, I’ll never reconcile with them.”

“You don’t need to think about reconciliation,” Sebastian reassured her. “Things are what they are. If they want to kneel, apologize, and feel guilty, that’s precisely what they should be doing.”

The Gibson family should live with that guilt for the rest of their lives.

Sebastian drove Abigail back to Gibson Villa. As they reached the front door, they could hear Daniella crying inside.

“The birthday party’s over, and he won’t even answer your calls. Does Ralph really hate me that much?” Daniella sobbed.

She must have been using the house phone.

Abigail stood by the door and motioned for Sebastian not to go in.

Abigail only discovered Daniella’s absence when she arrived at the birthday party. She suspected Ralph had forbidden her from coming. In previous years, Ralph always invited Christian, Stephen, and Daniella first to his birthday celebrations. This year, he’d deliberately left her out.

“He’s always looked down on me,” Daniella sobbed. “I wanted to marry him, but he never wanted me.”

“Lucky for him he didn’t,” a housekeeper said coldly from the side. “If he knew what you’ve done, he’d wake up terrified every night sleeping next to you.”

Abigail pulled Sebastian away from Gibson Villa. They leaned against his car in the courtyard.

Sebastian smiled slightly. “Are all the Gibson family housekeepers this sharp-tongued?”

“None of them are pushovers,” Abigail replied. Anyone who lasted over a decade with the Gibsons had to be tough. “In the Gibson household, nice people get eaten alive.”

Sebastian opened his car door. “Stay here a while before going back in. Don’t avoid her.”

“I know.” Abigail wasn’t avoiding Daniella for her own sake. She figured Sebastian’s presence would push Daniella even closer to the edge.

Her goal was getting Daniella behind bars. She had no time for petty gloating.

After Sebastian drove away, Abigail returned to the house.

Daniella had finished crying.

When Abigail entered the living room, she found Daniella at the beverage station with red-rimmed eyes, making fresh juice.

The moment Daniella spotted Abigail, she spoke up. “Let me make you a smoothie. Have some before bed.”

Abigail paused with her bag in hand and looked at her. “I don’t drink these things, and I have work to do. Don’t bother me with this.”

If Daniella had been this considerate before, things wouldn’t have gotten so complicated.

The housekeeper watching from the side couldn’t help but let out a mocking smile when she heard Abigail’s words.

Daniella’s face fell with disappointment, but she quickly nodded. “Alright then, have a good rest tonight.”

After Abigail went upstairs, Bianca returned home. She had attended Ralph’s birthday party today, while Wyatt had forced Stephen and Gabriel to work overtime at the office.

Seeing Bianca return, Daniella immediately approached her. “Mom, I heard you haven’t been sleeping well lately. I spoke to the owner at The Hearth Table and reserved some herbal soup. I’ll go pick it up in a bit.”

“That won’t be necessary. Have you eaten dinner?” Bianca declined curtly, though she still asked out of concern. After all, there wouldn’t be many more days to show she cared.

Daniella’s disappointed expression brightened with embarrassment. “I already ate with the housekeepers.”

“Then you should get some rest,” Bianca said indifferently.

Daniella wanted to say something more, but Bianca was already heading upstairs. Just as she stepped onto the stairs, she turned back and said, “Dress nicely tomorrow. You’re meeting someone.”

After the incident with Quentin, Daniella immediately tensed up. “Who am I meeting?”

“Dani, whoever you’re meeting is arranged by us adults. Just do as you’re told.” Bianca’s voice was cold and distant.

Daniella couldn’t understand why she didn’t have the right to know who she was meeting, but she didn’t dare ask more questions.

She returned to her room, a heavy heart weighing heavily on her chest. Sitting on the edge of her bed, she picked nervously at her fingers, her expression blank and lost.

She used to love getting her nails done, but now they were bare and plain.

When anxiety overwhelmed her, she couldn’t help picking at them.

It definitely wouldn’t be Quentin again, but that thought brought her no comfort.

Now she finally understood the anxiety and fear Abigail must have felt back then.

Every single day with the Gibson family brought something new to fear. She felt like she was kneeling at the guillotine, never knowing when the blade would fall.