Chapter 457 Abigail is an Illegitimate Child
All day, Abigail didn't have to worry about a thing; Gregory handled everything. They visited the world's largest amusement park and all the usual spots for couples.
Abigail couldn't help but exclaim, "I never thought I could visit so many places in one day."
Gregory hugged her from behind and whispered in her ear, "Do you like it?"
"I love it." Abigail nodded emphatically, her clear eyes sparkling brightly.
"As long as you like it, all my efforts these past few days have been worth it." Gregory lowered his head and kissed Abigail. Though it was brief, it was filled with indescribable tenderness.
In the evening, Gregory arranged a grand candlelight dinner at Sylvanor's renowned underwater restaurant. The setting was immaculate, with understated luxury and soft piano music creating the perfect ambiance.
Later, they strolled hand in hand under the moonlit sky, basking in the serene warmth of the night.
Abigail looked up at the moon and smiled at Gregory. "I feel like our life now is like we're retired."
Hearing her description, Gregory couldn't help but laugh. "It's quite fitting. When we get old, we'll still be like this, holding hands and never parting."
Abigail nodded gently, unable to suppress the smile on her face.
Just then, the phone rang abruptly. Abigail took out her phone and frowned slightly. "Who would call at this hour?"
It was already midnight, which meant it was around four or five in the morning in Capitise.
Abigail looked closely and saw it was Mireille's number. She immediately answered the call.
Before she could speak, Mireille's anxious and choked voice came through. "Abigail, something terrible has happened. You need to come back quickly!"
Abigail's steps halted, and her heart sank. "Don't panic, tell me slowly, what happened?"
Mireille was on the verge of tears, her voice full of panic. "It's hard to explain over the phone. Someone exposed online that you're the child of Michelle and some other man, making Caius a cuckold. Caius is furious and is investigating where the news came from."
Abigail hung up the phone, her expression heavy. The thing she feared had finally happened, much sooner than expected. She didn't know how Michelle and Caius planned to handle it, but she was determined not to let Michelle suffer.
Seeing her troubled expression, Gregory asked worriedly, "What's wrong? What happened?"
Abigail composed herself and explained the situation, her voice filled with undisguised concern. "Gregory, we have to end this trip. I need to go back."
Gregory gently rubbed the top of her head and smiled. "What are you talking about? Wherever you go, I'll be there. Besides, we can always come back."
Abigail answered, "Okay, let's go pack our things now."
They packed their luggage overnight and left on a private jet.
As daylight broke over Aramore, Abigail headed straight to the Worthington Mansion. The servants, working quietly, cast complicated glances her way. She had always seemed familiar, resembling Michelle. Now they understood—she was the illegitimate child.
Thinking about Caius's anger, although he hadn't directly mentioned divorce, it probably wouldn't be long. The servants' attitudes towards Abigail changed accordingly.
They used to be very attentive, but now they were very perfunctory.
Abigail asked them, "Where are my parents? Are they upstairs?"
One of the servants rolled her eyes and couldn't help but speak her mind, "You're really shameless. Mr. Worthington is not someone to be deceived!"
"Exactly! Mr. Worthington has been more than kind to you and gentle and considerate to Mrs. Worthington. I can't believe you did such a thing!"
"Get out of the way!" A servant suddenly rushed over, sweeping a broom towards Abigail's feet.
Abigail couldn't help but take two steps back.
Just as the servant was feeling smug, a slender hand suddenly grabbed the broom.
The servant looked up and met Gregory's cold eyes, shivering involuntarily. "Mr. White!"
The servant quickly let go of the broom, breaking out in a cold sweat.
Gregory sneered, his cold gaze sweeping over. "What did you just do?"
The servant said, "No, I didn't."Before she could finish, a sudden snap echoed as the broom handle broke, making everyone's hearts tighten.
The servant turned pale with fear and quickly apologized to Abigail, "I'm sorry, I was wrong. I shouldn't have spoken out of turn. I'm really sorry."
Abigail looked at her coldly, feeling no sympathy. "Go to Carl and get this month's salary. You're not welcome here if you disrespect the owners."
The servant retorted, "Who are you to decide my fate? Mr. Worthington personally hired me!"
Abigail pressed her lips together, her eyes cold. "Fine, I'll go upstairs and ask my dad if I have the authority."
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