Chapter 492 What's the use of just hugging? You have to kiss!
Gregory couldn't refuse her, sighed helplessly, and had to agree, taking her into the car.
The car quickly arrived at the police station, and under the guidance of the police, Gregory and Abigail came to the morgue.
The coroner reported, "We already conducted an examination and confirmed it was a suicide. As for the tool, we still haven't figured out where he got it from."
Gregory glanced at the figure covered with a white cloth and nodded to the coroner. "Alright, thank you for your hard work."
The coroner shook his head, leaving the space for Gregory and Abigail, and left the room.
Gregory turned his head to Abigail and instructed, "You better not get too close, I'll go take a look."
Abigail obediently agreed this time and stood still.
Gregory slowly removed the white cloth, gradually revealing Tom's bloodless face.
Abigail watched from a distance, her eyes involuntarily welling up with tears, and she slowly looked away.
Gregory stared at him, his tone somewhat emotional. "Honestly, I looked up to you. You were the only one, besides me, who got George's business smarts and personality. People said I was like George, but you were even more like him. If there's a next life, I hope it's a happier one for you."
Although Abigail didn't walk over because of the baby in her belly, she also spoke, "Tom, sometimes you were really a jerk. Although you didn't cause any substantial harm to Gregory and me, Tricia truly loved you. Do you know how happy she was when you were together? You said you liked me, but do you really understand your own heart?"
As she spoke, Abigail's tears couldn't stop falling.
Gregory quickly walked back, holding Abigail in his arms, and comforted her in a low voice, "Alright, alright, don't be sad. Let's go back first."
Gregory handled Tom's funeral and donated all his properties to charity, giving Tom one final act of dignity.
When Grace heard about this, she couldn't help but sigh. "Speaking of which, Tom was quite likable when he was a child. Although I didn't like Melinda, I did take care of him for a while."
Abigail asked curiously, "You took care of him?"
Grace nodded and explained, "Back then, George brought all his mistresses to the White Mansion to spite me, showing affection in front of me every day. Melinda was the most favored at that time."
Abigail listened quietly, feeling a pang of heartache. "Mom, you really suffered a lot back then."
Grace smiled and waved her hand. George's actions only hurt those who truly loved him, but by that time, she was already disheartened and had given up on him. How could she still be jealous or hurt?
Grace said, "Later, Melinda gave birth to Tom and was proud for a long time. Unfortunately, she focused all her attention on George and didn't take care of the child at all. Tom had a fever of nearly 104 degrees, and no one cared. After I heard about it, I took care of him for a while."
Tom was still very well-behaved and sensible as a child.
Unfortunately, George was a philanderer and soon had a new lover.
When Melinda saw that she had fallen out of favor, she vented all her anger and resentment on Tom, often beating and scolding him.
Abigail couldn't help but sigh after hearing this.
No wonder Tom had such an obsessive personality. Experiencing those things as a child, it would be strange if he wasn't obsessive.
Grace said, "Alright, let's put this matter behind us. There's no need to dwell on past grievances."
Abigail and Gregory exchanged a glance and smiled, nodding.
Grace asked, "By the way, when are you planning to hold your wedding? I'm feeling pretty good lately, so I can help you with the preparations."
Gregory thought for a moment and replied, "We originally planned to have it in three months, but that coincides with Abigail's due date, so we decided to wait until after the baby is born. There's still time, no need to rush."
Grace smiled. "Alright, your wedding, your call. Just let me know when you need my help."
Gregory answered, "We will, don't worry."
In the evening, the two had dinner at the White Manor before going home. When they returned to the bedroom, Gregory hugged Abigail from behind, holding her tightly.
Abigail asked, "What's wrong?"
Gregory buried his face in Abigail's shoulder, gently rubbing it, his voice a bit muffled. "Nothing, I just want to hold you for a while."
Abigail guessed he was still thinking about Tom and must be feeling bad, so she obediently let him hold her without moving.
After a long time, until Abigail's legs started to feel sore and she moved uncomfortably, Gregory finally let her go.
He said, "Alright, go rest for a while, I'm feeling better now."
Abigail chuckled helplessly. "Your way of recovering is quite unique."
Gregory held Abigail's shoulders, looking at her seriously and intently. "You are my energy supply station, the kind that never runs out."
Abigail stood on tiptoe and gave him a kiss. "Just hugging isn't enough, you need a kiss too."
"Yep, I feel full of energy now." Gregory naturally wrapped his arms around her slender waist and kissed her again.
Just as Gregory was about to deepen the kiss, the phone rang abruptly, interrupting the moment between them.
Gregory pulled out his phone with a dark expression. Who the hell was calling at this time?
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