Chapter 352 Telling Mom
Caius sneered. "I thought Mr. White was a sensible person, but it turns out you're just like the rest."
He straightened slowly, extinguishing his cigarette with a cold, imposing aura. An ordinary person would be scared, but this was Gregory. The two men faced each other in silent, formidable confrontation.
After a long while, Caius suddenly laughed. "I knew I wasn't wrong about you. You're the first person who can stand in front of me, say so much, and not back down."
Gregory's expression remained calm and unruffled, smirking in response.
"Is that so? Should I feel honored then?"
Caius didn't answer his question but said slowly, "I know why you brought Abigail to Aerilon, but I can tell you clearly, you're looking for the wrong person. Please leave."
Gregory's lips parted slightly, about to say something, when a clear and familiar voice came from outside the door.
"Looking for the wrong person? Is that really the case? Then why is Mr. Worthington so eager to send us away? Feeling guilty?"
Gregory turned around to see Abigail, who should have been resting at home, standing there.
His pupils contracted sharply, and he stepped forward to Abigail. "Why are you here? Please go back, okay?"
He didn't want Abigail to know that Caius had never welcomed her.
That would be too cruel for Abigail.
But Abigail shook her head with a smile, holding Gregory's hand in reassurance. "Don't worry, I'm not that fragile."
She had prepared herself for this moment. No matter what came next, she wouldn't hide behind Gregory anymore. Some things she had to face on her own.
Gregory wanted to say more, but seeing Abigail's determined attitude, he knew it was useless to persuade her further, so he closed his mouth.
Abigail walked up to Caius, looking straight at him with clear, unwavering eyes, like a pristine spring.
Caius raised an eyebrow, sizing up Abigail. In her early twenties, she had delicate features and captivating almond-shaped eyes. His subordinate's report hadn't been exaggerated—her face was almost a replica of Michelle's, but younger and more refined.
Caius's hand at his side clenched slightly, controlling his voice to sound as steady as possible.
"Ms. Martin, hello."
"Mr. Worthington, I'll get straight to the point. I'm here to find my mother, Michelle."
Caius sneered. "You're looking for your mother, what are you doing here?"
Abigail had anticipated that he wouldn't admit it easily and continued, "Then could Mr. Worthington explain why Mrs. Worthington looks exactly like my mother?"
Caius feigned ignorance. "Is that so? What a coincidence. But I remember Ms. Martin's mother has passed away, and my wife and I have been together for over twenty years. You must be mistaken."
Abigail smiled. "Whether it's a mistake or not, we'll know once we meet her, won't we?"
As she spoke, she scanned the room, her gaze falling upstairs.
Caius's heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively wanted to stop her, but Abigail walked straight to a decorative shelf, picked up a vase, and smashed it to the ground.
A loud crash echoed in the room, and the vase shattered into pieces.
Caius's eyelid twitched, his voice even colder. "Ms. Martin, I've tolerated you as guests, but what exactly do you want?"
Gregory stepped forward, shielding Abigail. "Mr. Worthington, I apologize. I'll compensate you for the vase later, consider it bought by me."
But Abigail didn't stop there. She moved to the coffee table and smashed all the cups.
The bodyguards outside were alarmed but didn't dare to enter.
The commotion downstairs finally disturbed the person resting upstairs.
Michelle, draped in a coat, came downstairs, her eyes filled with concern. "Caius, what's going on? Why is it so noisy downstairs?"
Caius's breath caught, and he quickly stepped forward, gently holding Michelle's hand and carefully helping her down the stairs.
His tone was unusually gentle. "Michelle, why did you come down? Go back and rest, or your body won't be able to take it."
Gregory and Abigail exchanged a shocked look, not expecting Caius to show such a gentle side in front of Michelle.
Michelle waved her hand and looked downstairs. When her gaze fell on Abigail, she paused. "It's you!"
Abigail suppressed her emotions and nodded slightly. "Mrs. Worthington, you remember me?"
"Of course, I remember. You were the prettiest at the party that day and smiled at me. I have a deep impression of you."
Michelle's eyes were gentle, her tone weak but warm, making Abigail's nose tingle.
If Gregory hadn't held her hand, she might have lost control of her emotions and rushed over to call her mom.
Abigail swallowed the lump in her throat and smiled. "You're also beautiful, the most beautiful, gentle, and comfortable person I've ever seen!"
She paused and added, "You also look a lot like my mom."
After speaking, she stared at Michelle, not wanting to miss any expression on her face.
However, Michelle's eyes showed no change, only concern. "Really? That's an honor. I wonder if I have the chance to meet her?"
She had few friends in Aerilon, and her health wasn't good. Caius didn't allow her to go out, so she was very bored at home.
Hearing this, Abigail's nose tingled, and she almost cried. "My mom is no longer with us."
Seeing her red eyes, about to cry, Michelle felt a sudden pang of heartache.
She broke free from Caius's hand, walked up to Abigail, and hugged her, gently patting her back in comfort. "I'm sorry for bringing up your sad memories. I like you very much. If you don't mind, you can consider me your mom."
Abigail's tears fell as she buried her face in Michelle's shoulder, hugging her tightly, her shoulders trembling.
'Mom, mom,' she cried silently in her heart, too afraid to voice it.
Soon, Michelle's clothes were soaked with tears.
Caius watched this scene with a complex expression, his hands clenched into fists, anger boiling in his chest.
He stepped forward, separating Michelle and Abigail. "Michelle, your health isn't good. You shouldn't stand for too long. Let me help you back to rest."
But Michelle waved her hand, smiling. "I'm fine. I've rested enough. If I lie in bed any longer, my bones will fall apart. I'd rather walk around downstairs."
She noticed the mess on the floor and asked in surprise, "What happened here? Were you arguing?"
Caius's breath caught, and he glared at Abigail.
Abigail stuck out her tongue, making a mischievous face at him, and said playfully, "Aunt Michelle, my husband came to discuss work with Mr. Worthington, but he got very angry and started throwing things at us!"
Caius instantly fell silent.
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