I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Abigail thought it was laughable. Even now, they’re still tripping up the Davidsons? “What did the Davidsons say?”
Analise pouted. “The Davidson couple probably knew Gary’s death had something to do with Vincent, so they ignored him. Said
they either set the matter aside or they’d have a falling out and let Vincent have a taste of the consequences of his actions. The
matriarchs are friendly, though.”
Abigail chortled and took a deep breath. “Those old bats better not do anything stupid.”
“The Pearsons are in turmoil. All the branch families want to reshuffle the share ownership. I suspect Patricia told Vincent to do
it.” Analise was worried about Abigail, so she added, “You might get pushed around if you go back.”
Abigail sneered upon hearing that. “They can’t push me around. Something’s off about Gary’s death. Did you keep the box
safe?”
“Sean is keeping it for you. We haven’t checked anything. I bet they wanted to reshuffle the ownership because you took too
much, and they got convinced into this.” Analise was angry on Gary’s behalf.
“Why does Patricia like Vincent so much? She has other kids, so what makes him special?” Abigail couldn’t understand why. She
hadn’t gotten along with her parents before, so she couldn’t understand why Patricia’s bias could be so strong.
“I have no idea, but that’s what bias is. It can’t be explained,” Analise stated. She had seen parents with a bias for a certain child.
They were on a whole spectrum, and Patricia was just a member of that spectrum.
Abigail’s eyes shone coldly. “I’ll find out when I get to their residence tomorrow.” She didn’t share a deep bond with Gary, but
whenever Abigail thought of how he died with his eyes still wide, she felt something crushing her heart.
Sean only came out a while later. “It’s late. You ladies get back and have some rest. I’ll need to help Josh out. He’s in a tough
spot alone.” With that, Sean said goodbye to Abigail and Analise.
Abigail got into the car and waited for Analise to come in. “Once I go back to the Pearson Residence, you get back to Pendorf,
she commented. I can’t keep you safe when I’m there, and I have no idea s going on with them right now. If I can’t keep an eye
on you, you might get in trouble”
‘Sure Call me if you need anything” Analise wanted to stay and support her, but she knew she might be deadwright, so she
agreed to the suggestion

“Sure Abigail nodded
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Lane Alagal saw from boy a large faints, tuneral could be. There are a hall ball saw Aigail and he approaches her Abigad was
dressed in a black suit with a white flower pinned to her chest. She was not a designer for nothing. Even a regular suit was nice
on her. “I heard you sent Analise off to Pendorf last night. Aren’t you tired, coming here right after that?” he asked quietly as he
huddled closer to Abigail.
“I’m fine,” she stated calmly.
“Why did you come here?” Patricia snapped, taking advantage of the situation. “You killed your grandfather!”
She thinks she can keep Vincent safe because she says that, huh? Abigail looked at the elderly woman coldly, and she sneered.
“When Grandpa died, he called Vincent a b’stard. That’s enough to show who’s the real killer.”
“Shut it! If you didn’t visit him all of a sudden, nothing would’ve happened to him! You left this household, so why did you come
back?!” Patricia screeched like a hysterical hag.
“Mom!” Lawrence shouted, his voice trembling. “What are you saying?”
Patricia’s eyes were red. “Don’t you see? She’s a jinx! The family’s ruined because of her! I should never have let you search for
her! Never! Why are you doing this to me? Do you want me dead too?”
Lawrence couldn’t say anything back to his mother after that.
Scarlett took a deep breath and held Abigail’s hand. “Are you doing this to cover up for the crimes of your son? If you’re accusing
my daughter of murder just to cover your boy’s a’s, then I’m going against you for my girl. What do you mean she ruined this
family? If Vincent and Martha hadn’t thrown my girl into the sea, none of this would’ve happened! The son you spoiled is the one
who caused this), shtshow!”
Abigail could see that Patricia was shivering in rage. She gently told Scarlett, “No one can stop me from coming back if I want to
return. Gary’s dying wish was for me to return to the family. I can’t say no to that, can I?”
“She’s right, and I have a marriage to cash in with this family’s daughter. You owe me my wife, Sean chipped in.
Abigail wanted to stomp his foot. Hey, don’t take advantage of the situation, alright?

Sean noticed Abigail glaring at him. He said solemnly. “I’m doing this to make myself your ally How am I supposed to help
otherwise?”
Abigail didn’t want to banter with him.