Chapter 343 Orson
Both of them paused their actions and put down their utensils.
"Honey, you should eat more. You're not eating for just yourself now; there's another one in your womb," Gregory said, picking up his utensils and serving Abigail a bowl of chicken soup.
Quinn glanced at him and, not to be outdone, added, "You're too thin. Eat more to nourish yourself."
She couldn't understand how the White family managed their food; why hadn't she gained any weight?
In Aerilon, he ensured Abigail ate properly. Persuaded by Quinn and Gregory, she reluctantly nodded, knowing they meant well and didn't want them to worry.
Henry, watching from the side, pouted angrily and complained, "I'm your brother too. Why doesn't anyone care about me?"
Gregory and Quinn gave him a disdainful look. "Are you pregnant, or are you disabled and need care?"
As always, they were acid-tongued and showed no mercy.
Henry was left speechless and silently lowered his head to eat.
After dinner, Quinn had the servants bring Abigail a glass of milk, while the three brothers sat in the living room drinking and chatting.
Quinn said, "Darwin is seriously ill and still in the hospital. Emrys and Cassian from the Worthington family visit from time to time, but there's still no news about Caius."
Gregory frowned slightly and said, "If we really can't find him, I'll ask the Frost family for help."
Gregory had never dealt with the Frost family. The White family thrived under his management, and Grace forbade any involvement. Despite their power, the Frosts had already suffered a major blow and couldn’t endure another. Avoiding them was a way to protect them, but if necessary, he had no choice.
Quinn lowered his eyes slightly, lost in thought. After a long time, he looked up at Gregory and said, "No need for now. I'll keep looking."
"Darwin is seriously ill and still hasn't decided on the Worthington family heir. Is he waiting for Caius?" Abigail asked.
Quinn slowly shook his head. "I don't know about that. I only know that Emrys and Cassian from the Worthington family have been secretly searching for the heir's token."
"Token?"
"Yes, every Worthington family heir receives a token as proof of identity. It's a tradition passed down for hundreds of years."
"What kind of token?"
"I'm not sure, but I think it's a ring."
Abigail nodded slightly, surprised that such a wealthy family like the Worthingtons had such traditions.
In comparison, the White family was much simpler.
Gregory guessed what she was thinking and smiled as he ruffled her hair. "The Worthington family has a long history. The White family was built from scratch by my father, so it's naturally not as luxurious."
Abigail looked up, a faint smile forming on her lips, her eyes filled with trust.
"Mr. White is amazing, managing the White Group so well."
Gregory appreciated Abigail's compliment, a hidden smile in his stern eyes.
"Abigail has a keen eye, choosing me as your husband."
The two expressed their love almost as if no one else was around, causing Henry and Quinn to exchange a sour look.
As she delved deeper, she found the Worthington family's conflicts were even worse than she'd imagined. Everyone vied for the heir's position, and Quinn had narrowly survived multiple assassination attempts by sheer luck.
Abigail was conflicted about revealing her identity. Though female heirs were not unheard of in the Worthington family, coming forward would disrupt her peaceful life. Still, she couldn't stop searching for Michelle, who had been by her side for years, promising to love and protect her forever.
Abigail took a deep breath and decided to visit the hospital.
Darwin, with his special status, was in a high-end VIP ward, with the entire floor controlled and no outsiders allowed.
Abigail saw the guards at the ward entrance and sighed, walking away in confusion.
Even in Aerilon, she didn't feel Michelle was close to her at all. Frustrated, Abigail wandered the area and stumbled upon an art gallery.
Though not crowded, the gallery showcased highly artistic pieces. At the end of the hallway, a vibrant graffiti piece caught her eye. Despite its bright colors, it conveyed a deep, inexplicable sadness.
At that moment, she heard footsteps approaching, and a warm, deep voice sounded beside her.
"Do you like this painting, miss?"
Abigail turned and saw a tall, well-built young man with striking features. His warm gaze shifted from the painting to her, standing like a ray of sunshine, dispelling the gloom.
Abigail blinked, feeling that the person in front of her looked familiar.
But her mind was blank, and she couldn't remember where she had seen him before.
"Yes, this painting is very well done. The lines are smooth, the colors are bright, and it gives a warm feeling."
The man nodded slightly at her words, but his eyes showed no surprise.
At the same time, his interest in Abigail waned a bit, and he turned to leave.
Just then, he heard Abigail's clear, pleasant voice. "However, I feel that the warmth is only on the surface. When I look at this painting, I feel a sense of sadness. Maybe I'm overthinking it."
The man's eyes lit up instantly. He came back, his tone more excited.
"Many people have come to see this painting, but only you noticed that. Do you also study painting? Can you tell me more?"
Abigail was startled by his sudden change in attitude and quickly took two steps back.
The man realized he had been too emotional and restrained himself. "Sorry, I got too excited. By the way, what's your name? I'm Orson Worthington."
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