Chapter 294 Aren't You Afraid of Wearing Me Out?
David didn't deceive her; there was indeed no substantial evidence in the photos.
Most of them were scenes of Michelle socializing and drinking at events.
Those men looked at Michelle with evil eyes, and it was clear that Michelle was very impatient.
The most misleading one was a photo of her entering a hotel with a man.
But it was obvious that the man in the photo was drunk and staggering.
Upon closer inspection, you could see a faint shadow on his suit jacket, indicating that there was probably a third person present.
A surge of inexplicable anger rose in Abigail's heart.
To what extent did the individual who captured these photographs despise Michelle?
To take such misleading photos, causing Michelle to be misunderstood for so many years.
Gregory tightly held her hand and softly comforted, "I know a few people in the photos. I'll have someone investigate right away."
"Okay." Abigail nodded, then reached into Gregory's suit pocket.
Gregory leaned back on the sofa without moving.
In a moment, Abigail had a lighter in her hand.
Seeing this, Leo quickly fetched a large bowl from the dining room cabinet and placed it in front of Abigail.
Abigail thanked him, then lit the lighter, and the flames consumed the photos.
They eventually turned into a pile of ashes.
These photos were left by Kayla to slander Michelle, and there was no reason to keep them.
Seeing the photos burn, Abel began to struggle violently.
To him, those were all money!
Ten million dollars!
However, the bodyguards pressed his arms down hard, pinning him to the ground. "Behave yourself, don't move!"
"My money, give me back my money, those are all my money!" Seeing the last bit of the photos turn to ashes, Abel cried in pain.
He lay on the ground in despair, feeling deeply sorrowful.
It was all over. Without the photos, he could no longer get the money and might even face retaliation.
Abigail frowned slightly and sneered, "Abel, you're really ambitious, asking for ten million dollars? Why not just rob a bank?"
"What do you know!" Abel's eyes were red, filled with hatred. "I grew up poor, living in the countryside. The village was flooded, and my father went out in the rain to find food for us, but he never came back. Over the years, my mom and I depended on each other, suffering a lot. Later, my mom got sick, and because we had no money for surgery, she passed away. You wealthy people, how can you understand the pain of the poor?"
Seeing him struggle to attack Abigail, Leo kicked him hard. "Behave yourself. Is being poor your excuse for stealing and extortion?"
No one's wealth came for free.
People only saw the glamorous surface but didn't know how much effort it took to achieve it.
Abel lay weakly on the ground, laughing, but the laughter gradually turned into sobs. "In the end, it's you wealthy people who are selfish. You have so much wealth, why not share a bit with us poor people? You don't know how painful our lives are."
Abigail sneered, "Why should we share the money we worked hard for with you?"
She participated in charity events every year, but the purpose of charity was not to provide relief.
If having wealth was a crime, then who in this world would work hard to earn money?
Gregory hugged Abigail's shoulders, continuously saying, "Don't be angry, it's not worth it for someone like him."
Abigail's expression softened a bit, but she was still upset.
Gregory gave Leo a look and instructed, "This guy is a troublemaker. Send him directly to the police station for education. Also, I don't want to see him in Aramore again."
Leo nodded, lifted the limp Abel from the ground, and left with his subordinates.
Abigail leaned on Gregory's shoulder, and the tears she had been holding back for a long time suddenly fell. "Mr. White, I never knew that my mom suffered so much without me knowing."
She used to only know that Michelle was very busy and rarely came home, with her biggest hobby being playing the violin.
But gradually, Michelle became more and more depressed, always lost in thought, not knowing what she was thinking.
Abigail didn't understand before, but now she finally realized that Michelle had been holding on all along. Every smile hid immense pain and struggle.
Hearing Abigail's words, Gregory felt a pang of heartache. He gently patted Abigail's back and softly comforted, "It's okay, it's all in the past now."
Abigail said, "But I still feel so heartbroken."
Michelle protected her so well, no matter how much she suffered, she would silently endure it alone and never tell her.
Abigail thought that she wasn't a dutiful daughter.
Gregory coaxed softly, "Silly girl, she loved you too much to let you be sad. Don't cry, if Michelle knew, she would be heartbroken."
Abigail sniffed and looked up at him. Her beautiful eyes were red, filled with a layer of mist, looking extremely pitiful.
Gregory lowered his head and gently wiped her tears with his thumb. "If you keep crying, I won't be able to resist kissing you."
"No!" Abigail slapped his hand away, sniffed, feeling a bit better but still a little depressed.
Gregory chuckled. "Alright, Abigail is the bravest and most resilient girl in the world, how could she cry?"
Abigail glared at him, how dare he mock her, so annoying!
Gregory was amused by her expression, his large warm hand ruffling her hair.
"It's getting late, let's not go back tonight. What do you want to eat? I'll cook," Gregory said.
Although he hadn't lived here, the furniture and household items were all complete.
Abigail's eyes brightened, quickly putting aside the unhappy thoughts and thinking about the food she wanted to eat. "Fried chicken, steak, fish soup, donuts, and vegetable salad!"
Gregory's lips twitched, and he couldn't help but pinch her cheek. "You want to eat so much, aren't you afraid of tiring me out?"
Abigail's cheeks were soft, changing shape with a slight pinch, her lips pouting involuntarily, her watery eyes full of innocence, looking extremely cute.
She whimpered and glared at Gregory again. "You said you'd make whatever I wanted to eat."
Gregory went silent. Well, he did say that.
He withdrew his hand, awkwardly touched his nose, and called Leo to buy the ingredients.
Leo had other matters to attend to, so he sent another subordinate over.
After getting the ingredients, Gregory carried the shopping bags to the kitchen.
He took off his jacket and tossed it to Abigail.
Abigail was unprepared, her vision suddenly went dark, and her nose was filled with Gregory's unique fresh scent.
She quickly took the jacket off her head and complained to Gregory's back. "How petty! It's just a few extra dishes, does he really need to retaliate like this?"
Perhaps sensing Abigail's complaint, Gregory suddenly turned around, raising an eyebrow slightly.
"Talking bad about me behind my back?"
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