Chapter 85

Bianca immediately spoke up upon hearing Abigail’s final words. Her voice trembled. “Abby, don’t say such things. Your father only approached your grandpa out of concern for the company. We’re family.”

“I’ll keep quiet about what Daniella did three years ago,” Abigail cut in, her gaze locked on Gabriel. Her voice was firm and unwavering. “But my condition is that I take my grandpa with me.”

This time, she wouldn’t back down. If Gabriel refused, she would expose Daniella’s crime publicly.

Bianca’s throat constricted. Recognizing Abigail’s seriousness, she grasped her hand. “Abby, try to understand your father. He–”

“Understand what?” Abigail wrenched free. “That I should let Daniella destroy my reputation while covering her tracks or help her get back on her feet at Halden Group?”

Her words left Bianca speechless.

“Wyatt stays with us. You want to leave? Fine, go ahead,” Gabriel barked. He refused to let Wyatt go. There was no way Abigail could possibly expose the hit-and-run now. It had been three years already. What proof could she even have?

“Then enjoy the scandal I’ll unleash tomorrow. I’ll give you tonight to think it over.” With that, Abigail turned and walked away.

The hallway fell into silence. Gabriel’s face turned livid with anger. “How dare she! I should’ve never let her come back. Then all this wouldn’t have happened.”

“Call Ralph,” Bianca whispered to the silent Stephen. “Ask him to come tomorrow and talk to Abby. We’re family. There’s no need for things to get this bad.”

Stephen glanced at Gabriel, who gave no sign of objection, and simply nodded.

The night air cooled Abigail’s fury as she exited the hospital. The Gibson family had a gift for weaponizing guilt until she lost her temper.

After several steadying breaths, she pulled out her phone, thumb hovering over Clark’s contact. She hesitated, biting her lower lip.

Abigail felt ashamed to bother him again, especially after everything he’d already done for her. But Wyatt’s current situation weighed heavily on her heart. That was why she lost control earlier tonight.

Wyatt was the only real family she had left. Pride couldn’t outweigh his safety. She couldn’t leave him with the Gibson family. If anything irreversible happened, she couldn’t bear the result at all.

When Abigail was lost in thought, Jeremiah’s voice startled her. “Abigail?”

Abigail looked up at him, quickly slipping her phone into her pocket. “Jeremiah? Why are you here? Are you unwell?”

Jeremiah smiled, “Mr. Robinson overdid it at a client dinner nearby. I’m grabbing stomach meds. What about you?”

“My grandpa was just admitted to intensive care,” Abigail answered honestly.

Jeremiah frowned with concern, “That sounds serious. Do you need me to arrange better specialists?”

Abigail hesitated, “Would that be possible? The situation right now is a bit complicated.”

“I'm grabbing these meds. Come with me and explain the situation, and I’ll get his approval. He could possibly help you with that,” Jeremiah nodded toward the parking lot.

Abigail showed reluctance. “Bothering Mr. Robinson again?”

She thought, ‘I already asked for his help yesterday, and now I’m bothering him again. Will he think I’m a nuisance?‘

Jeremiah paused at the car door and looked at her. “If you want top-tier care for your grandpa, Mr. Robinson’s involvement is the surest way.”

Thinking of Wyatt, Abigail nodded.

As she approached, the interior light revealed Sebastian slumped in the backseat. His eyes were closed, and his head was slightly lowered. The dim streetlamp glow carved his sharp profile, making him look unapproachable.

As soon as Jeremiah opened the door, he reported, “Mr. Robinson, I ran into Ms. Gibson at the hospital entrance. She’s in a bind.”

Abigail stood stiffly by the door as Sebastian glanced at her. “Mr. Robinson.”

Sebastian gave a low hum in response, stretching slightly against the seat. His voice was slightly hoarse. “What bind?”

Jeremiah got in the car and handed Sebastian a pill, gesturing to Abigail. “Get in. Explain on the way.”

Abigail slid onto the seat, but soon, she shifted closer to the door, trying to keep as much distance as possible between herself and Sebastian. “My grandpa is in the ICU, but my family barred me from seeing him. I need him transferred.”