Chapter 275 You Can't Cry, You Have to Protect Me
David's almost hoarse voice echoed in the hallway, reaching Abigail's ears.
Her hands, hanging by her sides, clenched into tight fists, and her moist almond eyes sparkled with immense hatred. "David, no matter how you treat me, you have no right to talk about my mom! My mom loved you so much, what right do you have to speak about her like that?"
David couldn't help but laugh, his laughter filled with mockery. "Why? Because Michelle betrayed me! Michelle is just a promiscuous woman. I said it, what can you do about it?"
This matter had been bottled up inside David for many years.
For over twenty years, it had always been his nightmare.
Finally, today, he had said it out loud!
He no longer had to endure the torment and pain alone!
Everyone said he had married up with Michelle, but they didn't know that Michelle was just a despicable woman!
Abigail couldn't bear it any longer. She returned to David's side and slapped him hard again.
This time, she used almost all her strength, directly turning David's face to the side.
"I think you've been here too long, your mind is getting foggy. You're saying all this just to get me to release Jessica from the police station? David, you'll say anything for Jessica. Don't worry, I will make sure she is well taken care of in there so she can reflect properly."
Hearing this, David instantly flew into a rage and lunged at Abigail uncontrollably, shouting, "Abigail, you bitch, try hurting Jessica!"
Just as he was about to grab Abigail's neck, the police suddenly rushed over, pinned his arms down, and restrained him forcefully. "Don't move, this is the police station, not a place for you to vent!"
David's eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at Abigail with a look that seemed like he wanted to tear her apart.
Abigail calmly smoothed out the wrinkles in her skirt, her expression indifferent. "You're so well-informed, do you know that your lover Susan has also been locked up?"
"What? What did you do to Susan?" David was stunned, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Abigail was very satisfied with his reaction, a faint, mocking smile playing on her red lips. "Not only that, your current wife Kayla has also been locked up for inciting a disturbance. On one side, you have your current wife, who has been with you for so many years and rose from mistress to wife, and on the other side, you have the woman you left outside, who might be carrying your son. Which one will you choose?"
"Abigail, it was you, wasn't it? You're taking revenge on me!" David never expected that in just two months, Abigail could change so much.
In his memory, Abigail was still a well-behaved, sensible, and even somewhat timid girl. Even if she was bullied, she would only keep it to herself, not wanting to trouble anyone.
But the Abigail in front of him seemed like a completely different person.
Can a person really change so much in such a short time?
Or was Abigail pretending all along?
If she had been hiding it since she was a child, how deep must her scheming be?
For some reason, a sense of indescribable fear suddenly arose in David's heart.
He nervously swallowed, forcing himself to calm down, and said to Abigail, "What do you want me to do to let them go?"
Abigail gently shook her head, her gaze cold and piercing. "Let them go? When you secretly coveted my mother's inheritance, stole my fiancé, and tried to destroy DM, did you ever think of letting me go?"
'No, never.' David's eyes flickered. 'How did she know? Could it be that Susan told her?'
A few days ago, Susan came to see him, and he instructed her to find a way to destroy the cooperation between DM and Zenith Innovations Group. Could it be that the matter had already been exposed?
He was extremely nervous, struggling to walk toward Abigail to explain.
But the police thought he was going to attack Abigail again, so they increased their grip on him, shouting angrily, "Don't move! Behave yourself!"
Looking at David's disheveled appearance, Abigail didn't feel happy at all.
She shook her head, said nothing more, and turned to leave.
No matter how much David shouted angrily for her to come back, this time she never looked back.
Leaving the police station, Abigail looked up and saw a familiar car.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly walked over.
Gregory got out of the car and opened his arms to her. "Abigail."
At the moment she saw him, Abigail's nose tingled, and the grievances and sadness suppressed in her heart surged out like a tide.
She threw herself into Gregory's arms, tears streaming down uncontrollably.
"Mr. White," Abigail called out.
Hearing Abigail's choked voice, Gregory tenderly patted her head and softly coaxed, "There, there, let's go home."
Abigail cried even harder.
When she cried, her voice was very soft, sobbing quietly, and her tears quickly soaked his shirt.
Her shoulders trembled slightly, as if she was extremely sad.
Gregory rarely saw Abigail cry. In his impression, although Abigail appeared fragile on the outside, she was always strong at heart.
No matter what setbacks and difficulties she encountered, she rarely shed tears.
The more she was like this, the more it made people feel sorry for her.
Gregory stood still, holding her with one arm and gently patting her back with the other to comfort her.
After a long time, Abigail finally stopped crying and lifted her head from Gregory's embrace.
Her eyes were glistening with tears, her eye corners were tinged with an unusual redness, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly, still holding a teardrop that was about to fall, looking extremely pitiful.
Gregory lowered his head and gently wiped the tear stains from her face with his warm fingertips, teasingly saying, "Have you cried enough? If you cry, I feel like crying with you."
With one sentence, Abigail, who was still shrouded in pain and sadness, burst into laughter.
She laughed through her tears, glaring at Gregory with dissatisfaction. "You can't cry, you have to protect me."
Saying this, she puffed her cheeks slightly, pretending to be angry.
Gregory was almost melted by her soft and cute appearance, smiling as he pinched her cheek.
Abigail was simply too adorable.
Abigail snorted lightly, slapped away Gregory's hand that was messing with her face, and got into the car.
Once in the car, Gregory asked Abigail, "Did you go to see David?"
"Yes." Abigail nodded.
"What did you talk about?" Gregory asked.
Knowing Abigail, if David hadn't said something, she wouldn't have lost control of her emotions.
Thinking of what David had said, Abigail's eyes turned cold.
Seeing Abigail's silence, Gregory didn't ask any more questions.
He started the engine and drove Abigail home.
Halfway there, Abigail felt stuffy in the car, so she rolled down the window for some air.
The summer wind carried a stifling heat, but Abigail still didn't want to roll the window back up.
She stared blankly at the scenery passing by, her expression dazed.
After a long time, she slowly turned her head to look at Gregory and murmured, "Why do you think there are fathers in this world who don't love their own children?"
Actually, what she really wanted to ask was, why did David hate her so much, to the point of slandering Michelle and trying to destroy her?
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