Revenge After Prison Never Forgiven (Abigail) novel Chapter 65

Chapter 65

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Abigail scoffed, thinking, ‘Do you really not know why I went to jail?‘ “Get out once you’ve said your piece. I’m tired and need to rest.”

Her icy tone left Bianca feeling deeply embarrassed.

Bianca bit back her annoyance and tried again. “Abby, the family business is really struggling. Wyatt’s nursing home costs a fortune–tens of thousands of dollars a year. Can’t you see what a hard time your father is going through?”

“If money’s so tight, sell Daniella’s ten–million–dollar bags and jewelry. You’re seriously whining about Grandpa’s yearly expenses being too high?”

Abigail thought it was absurd. Didn’t every Gibson family member spend hundreds of thousands of dollars annually?

And Daniella was worse. She pre–ordered every season’s designer clothes and bags as soon as they were announced, plus the obligatory purchases, totaling over 300,000 dollars each time.

“How can you even think about selling Dani’s things…”

Cutting her off with a cold glare, Abigail snapped, “You came here to make me tell Stephen I volunteered to marry Quentin, didn’t you? Do you have any decency as parents?”

Bianca was stung by her words. “Abby, no child should speak to their parents like that!”

“You pushed me into a nightmare over and over. Am I really your biological daughter?” Abigail’s voice was heavy with disbelief.

“Let’s be honest. You just don’t want to contribute to this family. You say you care about Wyatt, but this is your idea of caring?”

Bianca’s words felt like a fist squeezing Abigail’s heart, making it hard to breathe. She stared back in stony silence.

Bianca couldn’t meet her gaze. She stood up, muttering, “If you hadn’t gone to jail, do you think your father wouldn’t have found you a good husband?”

Abigail’s anger erupted. She laughed bitterly, “So my time in jail embarrasses you? What if I go to the police and say I was framed three years ago? How would that work for the family?”

Bianca’s face turned bright red, her voice shaking with disappointment. “When did you become like this? If you were half as obedient as Dani, of course, we’d love you more.”

Abigail recalled the day she first returned to the Gibson family. She watched Bianca combing Daniella’s hair and fastening a dainty bow hairband in it. That was the moment “mother” became a tangible concept–a scene she’d yearned for in countless dreams.

Later, she saved enough money to buy a gorgeous hair tie, hoping Bianca would do the same for her. But Bianca scoffed, “Your hair’s a frizzy mess like dry hay. What a waste on you–give it to Dani.”

She, a child abandoned and raised in an orphanage, didn’t even deserve to compare a single strand of hair to Daniella, the Gibson family’s precious heiress.

“Mom?” Daniella’s voice drifted from the doorway.

Bianca jolted back to the present and rushed to look. “What’s wrong, sweetie?”

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