Chapter 323 Can't Hide It Anymore
Olivia sneered and roared, "Abigail, what are you pretending for? I'm telling you, if anything happens to Aunt Elaine, I will never let you off!"
Abigail walked up to her, frowning, and asked, "What do you mean by that?"
"Stop pretending!" Olivia looked at her with a mocking gaze. "You better release Aunt Elaine immediately! Otherwise, I'll expose everything about your mother."
"What video?" Abigail asked.
She was confused. 'The photo in Kayla's hand had already been destroyed by me, so where did the video come from? Could there be something I don't know about?'
Olivia used all her strength to break free from the security guard's grip and raised her chin arrogantly. "Looks like you don't know, huh? Well, of course, your mother wouldn't tell you something so disgraceful. You're not David's biological daughter at all; you're just an illegitimate child she had with another man."
Olivia added, "An illegitimate child—how could you ever be worthy of Gregory? I wonder if he'll despise you once he finds out. I can't wait to see that day!"
Abigail stood frozen, feeling as if she had fallen into an ice cave, her blood seemingly frozen.
Her mind went blank, and she felt so suffocated that she could hardly breathe.
Looking at Olivia's wild laughter, Abigail's anger surged, and she rushed over and slapped her hard across the face.
Olivia's laughter stopped abruptly. She looked up in disbelief and asked, "You hit me? Abigail, how dare you hit me?"
Abigail sneered, shaking her hand that was tingling with pain. "Yes, I hit you. What are you gonna do about it?"
"How dare you!" Olivia covered her face, a trace of venom flashing in her eyes.
She said furiously, "Abigail, just you wait, I will never let you off!"
After saying that, she quickly ran away, looking very embarrassed.
Abigail watched her retreating figure, unable to come back to her senses for a long time.
When the driver arrived, he saw Abigail standing in a daze at the entrance of the DM building.
He asked, "Mrs. White, you look so pale. Are you feeling unwell?"
Abigail's face was pale, almost devoid of any color. She came back to her senses, shook her head at the driver, and got into the car without saying a word.
The driver gave her a worried look, started the engine, and got ready to head back to Maple Residence.
Just as the car started, Abigail's slightly cold voice came from the back seat, "Let's go to the Martin Family's former villa first."
The driver was stunned for a moment but quickly agreed.
Ten minutes later, the car stopped in front of the empty villa.
Abigail instructed the driver to go have a meal first, as she might stay here for a while.
Inside, it hadn't been cleaned for a long time, and a thin layer of dust had settled. Abigail went straight upstairs to the farthest corner, to the storage room, and started looking through the belongings Michelle had left behind.
When she was in a bad mood, she liked to hide here.
Seeing Michelle's belongings, memories flooded her mind like a valve had been opened, as if Michelle were still there.
She cleaned a chair briefly, sat down, and murmured to herself, "Mom, I miss you so much."
"Mom, they all say you're promiscuous, but I know you're not like what they say."
"Although I don't know who my biological father is, I understand that you always loved me. As long as I know that, nothing else matters."
"Mom, are you doing well over there? Do you miss me?"
Abigail stayed in the storage room for a long time, only coming out when it started to get dark outside.
When she got home, Gregory hadn't returned yet; he was probably working late.
She greeted Ralph and went straight upstairs.
Ralph noticed her low spirits and immediately felt a bit worried, quickly calling Gregory.
After receiving the call, Gregory rushed back and asked, "How is she?"
Ralph shook his head and replied, "I'm not sure, but Mrs. White didn't look happy when she came back. I don't know if she encountered something unpleasant at work."
Gregory nodded and then walked upstairs with long strides.
Abigail was curled up on the sofa in the room, staring at the ceiling with unfocused eyes.
Gregory pushed the door open and was startled to see her like this.
"Abigail, are you okay?" he asked.
Abigail came back to her senses, her eyes gradually focusing on Gregory's handsome face.
Meeting his worried gaze, Abigail gently shook her head. "I'm fine, just suddenly feeling a bit sad."
Gregory reached out and pulled her into his arms, gently rubbing his chin against her soft hair. In a low voice, he asked, "Abigail, what happened? Can you tell me?"
Abigail's face was pressed against Gregory's chest, and she blinked lightly, saying, "Elaine has a video of my mom, so I had someone look for her, but they couldn't find her."
Gregory's body stiffened, and he sighed silently.
In the end, it couldn't be hidden.
He had originally planned to keep this from Abigail for a while to spare her the sadness, but now it seemed that what was meant to come would come.
He cupped Abigail's face, looking into her eyes and saying, "Is Abigail worried that the photos will harm your mom's reputation? Don't worry, the photos are with me now. If you want, I can give them to you right away."
"Really?" Abigail looked at him in surprise.
Gregory nodded, then took a box out of his pocket and placed it in Abigail's hand.
He also handed her the key he had gotten from Elaine and added, "Elaine said there was no video, only photos. The photos are inside, and no one has opened them, not even me or my mom."
The reason he hadn't destroyed them immediately was that he thought the photos might contain clues about Abigail's biological father.
Abigail stared at the box in front of her for a long time without moving.
She didn't dare to open it.
She was afraid of seeing the despair and plea in Michelle's eyes, and even more afraid that after seeing the photos, she would lose control and want to kill Elaine.
Gregory knew she was struggling inside but didn't know what to say to comfort her.
He reached out and gently rubbed the top of Abigail's head, then got up and left the room.
After a long time, Abigail picked up the key, and the lock clicked open.
With trembling hands, Abigail, enduring immense pain and struggle, slowly opened the box.
Inside were five photos.
In the photos, a tall man with his back to the camera was shirtless, kissing Michelle's neck, holding a piece of torn clothing.
Michelle's clothes were half-off, her eyes filled with terror and resistance, and tears of despair streamed down her face.
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