Chapter 257 Pleading
Since Jessica and her mother joined the Martin family five years ago, Jessica has been trying to take everything away from her.
Now, she’s reaping what she sowed.
Everything she cared about—reputation, money, marrying into a wealthy family—would be shattered one by one.
For someone as proud as Jessica, this was worse than death.
Susan seemed quite pleased with this outcome and became more talkative.
She continued, "Jessica is truly vicious. She stole your manuscript before and framed you. Now she's interfering in the competition. It's just too despicable!"
Pausing, a trace of disgust flashed in her eyes. "What kind of mother raises such a morally corrupt daughter?"
Immersed in her own emotions, she didn't notice the fleeting darkness in Abigail's eyes.
"Ms. Campbell, you can go ahead. The designer from Zenith Innovations Group will be here today for a meeting. Please handle it," Abigail said.
Susan snapped back to reality and quickly nodded. "Okay, I understand."
After saying goodbye to Susan, Abigail returned to her office alone.
She sat in her swivel chair and diligently worked on her documents.
Time flew by as she got busy, and before she knew it, it was time to eat.
Abigail tidied up briefly and was about to head to the company cafeteria when there was a knock on the door.
Before she could respond, the door was forcefully pushed open.
Roman barged in despite being stopped. "Abigail, I need to talk to you."
Susan came in and apologized, "I'm sorry, Ms. Martin. Mr. Roman insisted on coming in, and I couldn't stop him."
Abigail waved her hand at her, saying, "You can leave now."
Susan gave her a worried look before turning to leave.
The office was left with just Abigail and Roman.
Abigail asked calmly, "What do you want to talk about?"
Roman had prepared a lot to say.
But the moment he saw Abigail, his mind went blank, and he couldn't remember anything.
He stared at Abigail, feeling a mix of emotions.
It had been a long time since he last saw Abigail.
In that time, she had become even more beautiful, even more captivating.
Roman gazed at her, forgetting his purpose for being there.
Abigail frowned and looked at Roman with displeasure. "Do you have something to say? If not, you can leave. I have work to do."
Roman's gaze was so sticky that anyone would think he was looking at a long-lost lover.
That look made Abigail feel extremely disgusted.
Roman snapped back to reality, a bitter smile forming on his lips. "Do we have to be so hostile?"
They hadn't always been like this.
Abigail let out a mocking laugh, her beautiful almond-shaped eyes full of ridicule. "The past? Are you sure you want to bring up the past? What should we talk about? How you and Jessica were together before we even broke off our engagement, or how you repeatedly trampled on my care and concern?"
Every word she said was like a sharp blade, stabbing into Roman's heart.
Roman could hardly bear it and took a step back.
"It's not like that..." He wanted to defend himself, but when he opened his mouth, no words came out.
Abigail didn't want to hear his excuses and said directly, "You're here for Jessica, right? You want me to plead with Gregory?"
Roman pressed his lips together.
That was indeed his purpose for coming here.
But being questioned by Abigail like this, he couldn't bring himself to say it.
He knew he had no right to be here, and he knew Jessica's current predicament was entirely her own doing.
But she was still his wife, and he couldn't just ignore her.
Seeing his silence, Abigail sneered again, "Looks like I guessed right. But you should give up. I will never plead for Jessica."
Gregory had put in a lot of effort to help her vent her anger. If she turned around and pleaded for Jessica, wouldn't all of Gregory's efforts become a joke?
Why should she tarnish Gregory's efforts for someone who didn't matter?
Roman was silent for a long time before finally lowering his head in shame. "I understand. I'm sorry. Abigail, I'm sorry."
He knew he was wrong. During this time, he had reflected a lot and realized that sometimes he was blinded by his own perspective.
When he took a step back and looked at things as an outsider, many things became clear.
All the good things Abigail had done for him, which he had once ignored, now surged up like a tide.
Only then did he realize how wrong he had been.
But now, it was too late to say anything.
Abigail didn't expect to hear a sincere apology from Roman in this lifetime and raised an eyebrow in surprise. "I accept your apology, but I won't forgive you. You can go now."
Some wounds, once inflicted, can never be healed.
Roman moved his lips, wanting to say more, but in the end, he said nothing and left in silence.
As for Jessica, without Gregory's intervention, no one dared to easily release her.
Jessica caused a commotion at the police station every day, struggling to get out.
But the police were not like Roman; they wouldn't indulge her.
After a few lessons, Jessica finally learned to behave and didn't dare to cause trouble anymore.
She cried and called Roman, but after several unanswered calls, she had no choice but to call Kayla, hoping she would come to the police station to get her out.
However, even after Kayla used up almost all her savings, the police still wouldn't budge.
She tried to use her connections to get Jessica out, but no one was willing to help.
Now, everyone online knew she was the other woman, and those wealthy women who used to be friendly with her now looked at her with disdain, wanting to keep their distance.
Kayla gritted her teeth, cursing those women who judged and belittled others in their hearts.
Finally, a person flashed in her mind, and she immediately took out her phone to make a call.
Someone quickly answered on the other end, a deep male voice coming through, "What made you think of calling me?"
A trace of disgust flashed in Kayla's eyes, but her voice was sweet and soft, "I missed you. Can we meet?"
The man was silent for a moment before laughing, "Weren't you too proud to let me touch you before? Why the change in attitude now?"
Kayla bit her lip hard, swallowing her humiliation, and continued to act coy, "Mr. Lockhart, I was afraid David would find out before, so I didn't dare agree. But now he's in jail."
Mr. Lockhart chuckled and gave her a hotel address.
After receiving the text, Kayla sat alone in her room for a long time.
Once she composed herself, she immediately found the most expensive and beautiful clothes in her wardrobe, put on exquisite makeup, and went to the meeting.
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