Chapter 338 I Want to Go to Aerilon
Abigail furrowed her brow slightly. "He came out, wanting to go back to Aramore to find my mom?"
This story was simply outrageous. Given Caius's status, it was impossible for him not to know that Michelle was married.
Yet they still had an intimate relationship, and Caius even went so far as to defy the entire Worthington Family for Michelle.
Quinn nodded. "Yes. But he didn't succeed. He was held for two years. During those two years, Caius's rough edges were smoothed out. He realized that brute force wouldn't work, so he started training day and night."
Three years later, Caius defeated everyone in the army and came out successfully.
But his strength was still too weak. The Worthington Family would never allow the next heir to marry a married Michelle.
Caius realized that only by becoming strong enough could he have enough say.
So, he spent a full ten years completely controlling the Worthington Family and became the new heir.
During this time, he never came to see Michelle again because he had offended too many people over the years. Michelle was his vulnerability, and he worried that his enemies would harm her.
Abigail's pale, dry lips moved slightly, turning into a bitter smile. "Fifteen years, wasn't that the year my mom had her accident?"
'So Caius never got to see Michelle?' Abigail thought.
Quinn's expression suddenly became complicated, and for a moment, he didn't know how to speak.
Gregory saw his dilemma, gently cupped Abigail's face, and said softly, "Abigail, your mom might still be alive."
"What?" Abigail's pupils suddenly contracted, and she looked up in disbelief. "Are you serious? But how is that possible? I saw my mom die with my own eyes back then."
Gregory knew Abigail couldn't accept it. When Michelle died five years ago, she was by her bedside.
She knew better than anyone that Michelle's body had already gone cold, and she had stopped breathing.
Even he, who had been through all sorts of storms, couldn't accept it so quickly, let alone Abigail?
He gently stroked Abigail's cheek and said softly, "Abigail, don't worry. Quinn just said maybe. He might have mistaken someone else for her."
Abigail's eyes were red, filled with tears that blurred her vision.
She shook her head desperately, her voice choked. "Mr. White, I want to see her."
Gregory coaxed softly, "Okay, first take care of your health. Once you're better, I'll take you to see her immediately."
Quinn frowned and reminded, "Caius is not a good person, and he has been hiding his whereabouts all these years. No one knows where he lives."
Five years ago, Caius suddenly brought a woman back and announced his resignation as the heir of the Worthington Family.
The various factions within the Worthington Family had been fighting over this position ever since.
They still couldn't confirm whether Caius knew that Abigail was his biological daughter.
If he did, it would be too cruel for her.
Quinn wasn't sure if Abigail could accept it. What he could think of, Gregory could naturally think of too.
Gregory's face darkened, forcing himself to suppress the surging emotions in his heart. He coaxed softly, "Abigail, don't think about these things now. Take good care of your health. Even if the Worthington Family is impregnable, as long as you want, I can break through everything for you."
Abigail sniffled, looking at him with tearful eyes. "Mr. White, thank you."
"Silly girl, if you really want to thank me, stop crying. Not for yourself, but for the baby in your belly."
When Abigail cried, Gregory felt like his whole heart was about to break.
He couldn't bear to see her cry.
"Okay." Abigail nodded heavily and was helped back to bed by Gregory.
She slowly closed her eyes, and her breathing gradually became lighter.
Gregory let out a heavy sigh of relief and called Leo, asking him to send someone to find Caius's whereabouts.
Quinn asked coldly, "Are you really going to take her to see Caius?"
"What else? Is there another choice?" Gregory looked at Abigail's peaceful sleeping face, lowered his head, and gently kissed her soft cheek.
He murmured softly, "As long as it's what she wants, I'll help her achieve it, no matter the cost."
Abigail had a nightmare.
In the dream, Michelle, who hadn't appeared for a long time, was as gentle and elegant as ever. Time hadn't left any marks on her face.
She wore a beautiful, exquisite dress, and the breeze lifted the hem, creating ripples in the air, making her look like a painting.
Abigail approached her in surprise, calling out, "Mom!"
Unfortunately, Michelle seemed not to hear her at all, lowering her head and drinking water.
After a while, a blurry figure slowly approached and hugged Michelle from behind.
Abigail desperately tried to see the man's face, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't see it clearly.
She wanted to rush over and hug Michelle, but it was as if there was a transparent barrier in front of her. No matter how she pounded on it, she couldn't get through.
At that moment, the man suddenly showed a ferocious expression and grabbed Michelle's neck forcefully.
The face gradually became clear, and it was David's face.
She saw Michelle being strangled, suffocating bit by bit, while David kept cursing, "Bitch, bitch!"
Abigail struggled to rush over, screaming and cursing David. The next second, she felt a sense of weightlessness and suddenly opened her eyes.
Staring at the ceiling, Abigail didn't come to her senses for a long time. Two lines of tears slid down her cheeks and gradually disappeared into her golden hair.
Abigail came to her senses, breathing heavily.
Gregory, who was working on the sofa, rushed over and looked at her worriedly. "What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"
Seeing Gregory, Abigail's tears couldn't be held back anymore, and the grievances in her heart surged like a tide.
"Mr. White," Abigail called out.
"I'm here, I'm here. Abigail, don't be afraid," Gregory said.
At this moment, Abigail looked haggard and fragile, with tears in her eyes, looking extremely pitiful.
Gregory felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife, with cold wind blowing in, making him feel a sharp pain.
He carefully took Abigail into his arms, lowering his head to kiss her smooth forehead.
"It's okay, it's okay. Everything in the dream is fake. As long as I'm here, nothing will happen to you," Gregory said.
Abigail pressed her cheek against Gregory's chest, her body still trembling slightly.
Her hand tightly gripped the hem of Gregory's shirt, constantly burrowing into his arms, trying to absorb the warmth from him.
"I dreamed that my mom didn't remember me and that David wanted to hurt her. I wanted to save her, but I couldn't reach her," Abigail said. Her voice was choked with a slight tremor, as if she was extremely scared.
Gregory's heart tightened inexplicably, holding her even tighter. "Silly girl, dreams are the opposite of reality. It means your mom is fine, and David is still in the hospital, unable to go anywhere, so don't worry."
Under Gregory's gentle coaxing, Abigail's emotions finally calmed down.
Her eyes were still a bit red, but she didn't look disheveled. Instead, she had a unique fragile beauty.
"I want to go to Aerilon, right now," Abigail said.
She couldn't wait to see if the woman Quinn mentioned was really Michelle.
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