Revenge After Prison Never Forgiven (Abigail) novel Chapter 64

Chapter 64

By the time Abigail wrapped up work, it was nearly 8:30 p.m.

The moment she stepped out of Halden Group, a car screeched past her and halted abruptly at her feet. Abigail barely avoided being hit, her heart slamming against her ribs.

When she saw Stephen climb out, she snapped, “Are you out of your mind? Don’t you watch the road when you drive? If you want to end up in jail, find someone else to ram into!”

Stephen strode over and clamped a hand around her wrist.

Noticing his bloodshot eyes and agitated posture, Abigail wrenched free. “What’s your problem?”

“You just went along with Dad’s plan to meet Quentin? Couldn’t you bother to research who he is first?” Stephen was now seething with unchecked fury.

Abigail thought he looked like a rabid dog, ready to lash out at anyone.

She stared at him coldly, voice flat. “Since when do I get a say in the Gibson family? You all had no issue letting me take the fall and go to prison. Marrying me to a scumbag must seem like child’s play to you.”

Stephen was rendered speechless by her cutting retort.

When he stayed silent, Abigail asked indifferently, “Done interrogating me? Can I leave now?”

Stephen said, “This is different. Dad’s so obsessed with short–term gain that he’s trashing our family’s name. If you marry the guy, everyone will think we’d sell our souls for status.”

He grabbed her arm as she turned to go, his eyes misting. “You could’ve spoken up at noon. I’d have pummeled him, and this mess would’ve ended. But you clammed up. How were we supposed to know?”

“Why bother explaining? When I said I didn’t want to take the blame and go to jail, did anyone listen? When I called you for help, did you even care? Now you’re panicking about your precious reputation and blaming me?”

Abigail shoved him away in disgust. “Quentin’s a piece of trash, but you’re no better.” With that, she brushed past the car and walked off.

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Stephen jeered after her. “Like you’re innocent! You never say a word, then dump all the blame on us and play the victim!”

Abigail brushed him off. She walked to the street corner, flagged down a taxi, and slid inside without a backward glance.

The two arrived home one after the other.

Gabriel sat on the sofa, his mood so dark it practically cast a shadow, while Bianca kept shooting anxious looks toward the door.

Daniella sat curled in an armchair, her phone clenched in her hand. Worry filled her downcast eyes. She’d sent Stephen countless messages, all unanswered.

‘ts Abigail’s marriage to Quentin really bothering him this much?’ Daniella wondered.

“I won’t agree to Abby marrying Quentin,” Stephen declared as soon as he walked in, facing Gabriel.

Gabriel shot to his feet, voice sharp. “Don’t you dare tell me what to do in this house! I’ve already promised Quentin. If we renege now, do you want our family destroyed in the tech industry?”

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