Divorced While Pregnant The Ex-Husband’s Collapse 82
Chapter 82
Abigail opened her mouth slightly, frozen. Why couldn’t Jeffrey stay?
He rubbed her head. “Martha’s at Foster Garden. I need to return.”
Abigail glanced at him in disappointment for a moment, then slowly cast her gaze downward.
“I’ll visit you tomorrow morning and bring Natalie over to apologize to you,” Jeffrey said.
Abigail abruptly looked up.
“Today, I’ll place some men outside your ward to take care of you. You won’t be alone.”
Jeffrey had it all planned out, no matter how big or trivial the matter was. “If you need anything, go straight to them.”
Abigail could only nod.
After Jeffrey left, two people entered the ward. It was a maid and a bodyguard.
The maid said, “Ms. Wright, Mr. Foster has instructed me and
Abigail leaned against the bed, impatiently waving her hand to dismiss them. She only wanted Jeffrey to accompany her. Anyone else would be an eyesore. After all, Chandler couldn’t appear before her if Jeffrey were present.
However, Abigail believed that the people Jeffrey had assigned to the ward also made it hard for Chandler to approach her.
It was Chandler who had given her the medicine to lose her voice. Since he had given it to her and she had taken it, she might as well put it to use.
Abigail glanced at the needle on the back of her hand, a smile creeping onto her face.
She had always been very clear on her goals. She wanted power, status, glory, and wealth. She wanted everyone to flatter her and butter her up. She wanted more than anything to rise above her class and become an elite!
She would get rid of anyone who obstructed her, and right now, Natalie was her biggest obstacle. The second obstacle was Chandler.
Abigail would deal with Natalie first, then Chandler.
Just as she thought that, she heard a sound from the window. Abigail looked up and glanced
over, only to be greeted by the sight of Chandler’s face pressed against the window glass. He was smiling at her, looking as eerie as a ghost.
Why was he here?
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Abigail was utterly shocked. She immediately sat up in the bed and ran over to lock the door from within before staring intently at Chandler.
Chandler knocked on the window once more, indicating for her to open it.
Abigail gulped and, after two seconds of hesitation, walked over.
As the window opened, Chandler held the ledge with both hands and prepared to enter. Behind him, she could see the deep night and the streets below bustling with people and heavy traffic.
In that instant, a daring idea popped into Abigail’s mind.
She could just push Chandler down from here! That way, her path to becoming Mrs. Foster would become smooth sailing.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Chandler asked. “Are you planning to push me off so that I’d fall to my death?”
Chandler had guessed right. However, Abigail instinctively shook her head to deny it.
Chandler had already nimbly climbed into the ward. He clapped his hands. “My death will absolutely be of no benefit to you, so quit scheming. Don’t use your tricks on me.”
She merely looked quietly at him. In any case, she couldn’t talk at the moment.
He snickered, reaching out to caress her face. “If I die, an email will be instantly sent to Jeffrey’s inbox, telling him the whole story behind the fire at Andby University’s sports equipment room.”
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