Chapter 220 No One Can Covet Abigail
Susan was caught off guard and blurted out, "What?"
Abigail chuckled softly and reassured her, "Susan, relax. I just want to understand your situation better, that's all."
Susan's smile faltered for a second but quickly returned. "Oh, I see. I worked with David for five years, but I wasn't his only secretary. The others have all left one by one."
Abigail nodded, waving her hand while sorting through some papers. "Got it. Susan, you can go for now. I'll call you if I need anything."
Susan couldn't quite read Abigail's intentions, so she gave her a long look before leaving the study.
On her way back to the office, Susan's phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID and saw it was an unknown number, so she hung up.
But the phone rang again, same number.
Susan frowned, feeling uneasy. After a moment's hesitation, she answered. "Who is this?"
A stern, unfamiliar voice came through, "Is this Susan? We're from the Aramore Police Department. David said he wants to see you."
Susan's heart skipped a beat. "Did he say why?"
"No, he didn't."
Susan frowned deeper. "I'm not very close with David, and I have work to do. I can't make it."
After hanging up, Susan clenched her fists, her face tense and lost in thought.
Maple Residence.
Abigail spent the whole morning finishing up the documents. She stretched and walked outside.
Ralph looked up and saw her about to go down the stairs. He quickly said, "Mrs. White, please don't move."
Abigail froze mid-step and looked at Ralph, puzzled. "What's up?"
"Mr. White said you should walk as little as possible. Please take the elevator," Ralph replied.
Abigail laughed. "My leg injury isn't that bad. I could even go for a run right now!"
Ralph's expression was serious. "No, Mr. White and Mrs. Grace White said your health and safety are the top priority."
Abigail was always the White family's treasure. Now that she was injured, they treated her like a delicate porcelain doll.
Abigail sighed and turned toward the elevator.
Ralph waited outside the elevator, following Abigail closely, as if afraid she might get hurt again. His cautious demeanor made Abigail feel like a precious gem.
"Mrs. White, if you need anything, just let me know. I can get it for you; there's no need for you to come down," Ralph said.
Abigail paused. "I want to go outside and get some sun."
Ralph was momentarily stunned, then awkwardly smiled. "Sunbathing is good. Getting more sun is beneficial for your health and might even help your wound heal faster."
Abigail laughed. She had never heard that sunbathing could speed up wound healing. How had she never noticed Ralph's sense of humor before?
The garden at Maple Residence was bursting with beautiful roses and lisianthus, along with some flowers that Abigail couldn't even name, all blooming together in a riot of color. The scent of the flowers was intoxicating, and butterflies danced among the petals.
Abigail took a deep breath and closed her eyes, feeling at peace.
She was wearing a simple white nightgown, looking especially pure and serene among the flowers. A gentle breeze lifted the hem of her dress, creating ripples that seemed to sway into one's heart.
Gregory, who had just gotten back from work, saw this scene. He got out of the car and stood there, quietly watching Abigail. Even from a distance, his gaze was intense.
Ralph noticed Gregory first and called out, "Mr. White, you're back?"
Hearing this, Abigail immediately turned toward the entrance. When she saw Gregory, her eyes lit up with a smile.
"Mr. White!" Abigail called out.
"What are you doing?" Gregory asked, walking up to her and pulling her into his arms.
Abigail smiled. "Just getting some sun. I finished all the documents this morning, and now my back is sore."
Gregory immediately looked concerned. "Does it hurt a lot? Should I call Quinn to check on you?"
Abigail shook her head. "No need. Just give me a massage later, and I'll be fine."
"Okay," Gregory agreed, taking her hand and walking with her through the garden.
The sunlight bathed them, warm and lazy, creating a sense of bliss. Gregory looked at Abigail beside him, feeling a deep sense of contentment.
After their walk, Gregory had lunch with Abigail and put her to bed before heading back to the office. Before leaving, he instructed, "Don't let anyone disturb Mrs. White's rest. She'll come out when she wakes up."
"Understood." Ralph nodded.
When Gregory got back to the office, he found an unexpected visitor waiting for him. Seeing who it was, Gregory's expression darkened. "What are you doing here?"
Facing Gregory's stern look, Roman uneasily stood up from the sofa and nervously greeted, "Uncle Gregory."
Gregory said nothing, sitting down at his desk and starting to go through some documents. The room was thick with tension. Roman stood there, shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot, his anxiety escalating with each passing moment.
"Uncle Gregory, I'm here to apologize. I heard that Jessica said some unpleasant things to Abigail recently." Roman spoke up.
Gregory suddenly looked up, his deep, narrow eyes glinting coldly. "You call me Uncle, but call her by name? She should be your Aunt now."
Roman lowered his head, clenching his fists, and said nothing. Seeing this, Gregory tossed the documents aside and looked at him leisurely. "Roman, look at me."
Roman, his mind in turmoil, instinctively obeyed and raised his head.
"Roman, you were the one who gave up on Abigail. What? Regretting it now?" Gregory's sharp gaze fixed on Roman.
He knew Roman too well. Spoiled by Elaine, Roman had been protected too well and had no real cunning. Because of this, he had been deceived for years by the greedy and selfish Jessica, who was only a terrible liar in Gregory's eye.
Now that he had finally gotten what he wanted, breaking off the engagement with Abigail and marrying his "true love," what more could he want? Abigail was now his wife. No one could covet her! Not even his own nephew!
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