Abigail’s Second Life (Abigail and Sean)
Chapter 610 Mourning in the Middle of the Night

They thought it was Abigail's fault.

However, without the despicable actions of Vincent and his wife, would things have escalated to this point?

After dinner, Abigail returned to her room to draw.

Sean sat beside her and said in a low voice, "Vincent and his daughter are too arrogant. Do you agree if I teach them a lesson?"

"Teaching them a lesson at this time won't help. If we upset Old Mrs. Pearson, it won't do any good for our reputation. The best way is to expose the bad things Vincent has done as soon as possible," Abigail replied calmly as she continued sketching.

"Josh has been investigating, but it seems there hasn't been much progress." Sean tapped his temple with his finger lightly.

If things didn't go well, he might have to step in personally.

Abigail glanced at him. "What if you investigate?"

"If I investigate, it will take some time. Also, if I don't show up here frequently, Vincent and those behind him will be even more cautious. That's why I let your brother handle it," Sean explained. Then, he stood up and walked over to the couch.

Abigail nodded and didn't say much.

After finishing her work, she realized that he had left at some point.

After taking a shower and lying on the bed, she sent Sean a message.

'When did you leave?'

'You were focused on drawing, and when I spoke to you, you ignored me, so I left.'

Abigail felt that Sean's message carried a hint of resentment.

She held her phone and smiled.

'Oh. That's how it is when things get busy. Go to bed early. Good night.'

'Good night.'

As the night deepened, Abigail was in a deep sleep when suddenly, someone knocked on her door forcefully.

She woke up, furrowed her brow, and looked toward the door.

The door was only knocked on, but there was no one speaking.

Abigail guessed that it was either Vincent or Patricia. It was unlikely to be Lily.

There was a sudden knock on her door. Was it an ambush?

Abigail ignored it.

After a while, the door's lock began to make noise.

Abigail shouted as she was feeling annoyed, "Don't act crazy outside. I'm in a bad mood right now. Be careful, or I might grab a knife and slaughter you!"

The outside suddenly quieted down, and soon, Patricia's voice came through. "Open the door right now! Abigail, I'm telling you. I won't acknowledge you as my granddaughter. Don't even think about it!" Abigail wasn't very concerned.

"Whether you acknowledge me or not has nothing to do with me. My parents acknowledge me, and that's enough," she said with a tone full of disdain. These elderly people thought that the younger generations would have the same principles as them.

Returning to one's roots was a very important matter for them.

However, for Abigail, it was a trivial matter. She cared about what others thought only if they treated her well.

She didn't even remember Patricia; why would she care about what she thought?

Patricia pounded on the door.

"Mom, what are you doing?" Lawrence's angry voice came from outside the door.

"What am I doing? Lily's face has a minor burn. It might leave a scar in the future. She's too ruthless. In this family—"

"She's not even ruthless compared to Vincent. It's just a burn on the face; she's still alive. Why are you so worried?" Scarlett's voice was full of sarcasm.

"How could you say that?" Patricia retorted immediately.

Abigail couldn't help but laugh. Abigail found it amusing that Patricia accused others of not speaking properly while her beloved Vincent did something inhuman. Why didn't she criticize him, then? She played double standards quite skillfully.

"It's better than Vincent, who does wicked things. Don't disturb Abby's sleep. She has to go to work tomorrow. She's not like Lily, idling around all day," Scarlett said angrily.

"Scarlett, you've gone too far. How dare you talk to me like this?" Patricia said and began to wail in front of Abigail's door. "Oh! My husband is not here, so you all bully me, right?"

"I told you not to cry here!" Lawrence also got angry.

This family was never peaceful.

Abigail sighed and sent a message to Sean.

'Are you asleep?'

After a few minutes, Sean replied, 'It's late at night. Do you think I'm asleep? Can't you sleep?'

'I was awakened by the noise. Come pick me up, and I'll sleep at your place.'

After all, she had to work tomorrow, and she didn't have the time to listen to Patricia mourning in the middle of the night.

When Sean came to pick up Abigail, Patricia blocked her way and refused to let her leave.

"You scalded Lily and you still want to leave? I'm telling you, I'll call the police tomorrow morning. Don't think you'll get away with it!"

Sean frowned and pushed her aside. "Don't you think you're annoying?"

Patricia was blocked by Sean, but she pointed at Abigail and cursed. "You're uncultured and an illegitimate child from the countryside! You have a venomous heart."

"Enough!" Lawrence was furious, and veins were bulging on his forehead.

"Don't stoop to her level. Let's go to sleep," Scarlett pulled Lawrence and said softly.

Lawrence snorted heavily. He was filled with anger but had no way to vent it.

Back in the room, he slammed the door shut and only said after a while, "We must replace evidence of Vincent's crimes as soon as possible. How could she be so outrageous? Abby hasn't lived with her, but who caused that? How can she call Abby an illegitimate child?"

"She is too biased. I used to tell you she was biased, but you didn't believe me. Now you see it, right?" Scarlett sat on the other side with her arms crossed.