I Want a Divorce by Abigail Quinn

Chapter 533 Send Me To The Afterlife

Feeling both disappointed and angry, Sean expressed his grievances to Abigail as a severely injured

patient. “Have you considered how your words can affect the speed of my recovery?” he said.

Abigail crossed her arms and stared at him with a poker face.

Sean’s spirits sank, especially since his injuries prevented him from even standing up.

“Why should I care about your feelings? Cameron told me that I am his top priority now, while you

come second, retorted Abigail haughtily, showing no concern for Sean’s emotional state. “Be careful

with your words, or I’ll have your former subordinate beat you up

Sean chuckled in anger. “Did he really say that?”

“Why wouldn’t he? I pay him 3,000 a month,” replied Abigail. Besides, Cameron had lost an eye

because of her. Since he couldn’t get along with Sean, she would protect him no matter what.

“Well, welt, well. I gave him a talking-to yesterday, and today, he went to seek comfort from you, eh? I

didn’t know he could be so cheeky,” said Sean. Then, feeling a dull ache in his chest, he immediately

clutched it and took quick, shallow breaths.

Abigail panicked at once. “Are you okay? Can’t you handle a little argument?”

Sean’s face turned pale, giving him a petulant appearance. “Do I look okay to you?”

“Then why don’t you just stop arguing with me? You’ll be fine,” replied Abigail.

Sean clutched his chest in pain and said angrily, “I was happy to see you here at first… Gasp! But I

was wrong. You’re here to send me to the afterlife. I should’ve kept my eyes closed and driven you

guys crazy with worry.”

Abigail couldn’t help but laugh. “That’s impossible. With Graham International being such a huge

company, who would manage it if you were gone? Old Mr. Graham lost over ten pounds managing the

company for you back then. Before you go to the afterlife, think about your grandparents.”

“Shut up, or you’ll make me cough up blood,” said Sean, leaning back on the bed while clutching his

chest. tightly.

Abigail pursed her lips. Suddenly, she said, “It’s good that you woke up. You’ll recover eventually.”

“Thank you for restoring my blood circulation by annoying me today,” replied Sean with a look of

displeasure.

Abigail continued to smile. She asked earnestly, “Do you want me to call the doctor?”

Sean reclined in bed, appearing frail and delicate. “No, there’s no need. Come closer for a minute, and

I’ll tell you what happened to me. Xavien said you wanted to hear it.”

Abigail didn’t say much and sat down on the edge of his bed.

As soon as she sat down, Sean suddenly took her wrist. “On the day of the video call, I was really

scared. that I might die. I regretted impulsively rushing to save Luna at the time,” he admitted. He was

overcome with grief back then because Xavien looked like he was already dead.

He thought that if he died, Abigail might remember him for a year, forget about him after two years, and

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start a new life after three years. Eric would certainly be there for her when she was at her saddest,

slowly entering her heart. The idea that his death would make him the love of her life was merely a self-

comforting thought. Time was a cruel eraser that would gradually crase every bit of their shared

moments, ultimately leaving nothing behind.

At that moment, he deeply regretted it because he wasn’t willing to accept this. He wanted to stay alive

and be with Abigail.

After listening to his story, Abigail replied softly, “But you came back, didn’t you? Thank you for saving

Luna. She was deeply traumatized by that incident; even now, she still can’t bear to recall those

memories. Whenever she tries, she’s overcome with fear.”

“I guess I did something good then. Maybe God took pity on me and didn’t take me with Him,” said

Sean.

Abigail looked at him quietly, feeling the coldness of his hand. It was much colder than before,

indicating the toll the incident had taken on him. “Did you only start regretting it when you were on the

brink of death?” she asked, looking at him intently.

“I was too confident; I thought I wouldn’t die. It wasn’t that serious at first, but then the mobsters came-”

He stopped mid-sentence.

“Go on. I want to hear it,” urged Abigail.

Sean thought for a moment and slowly continued, “Luckily, Luna had left beforehand. Later, the

mobsters. came and started firing indiscriminately. The audience members fell off the stage, and the

tiger, the lion, and the bear pounced on them and tore them apart. The screams were endless; it was

like a massacre.” Looking back now, he realized it wasn’t God’s mercy on him and Xavien, but the

bodyguards who had. gone with them. All of them had sacrificed themselves to ensure their safe

escape.

As the light in his eyes slowly dimmed, Abigail unconsciously held his hand. “What’s the matter?”

Sean replied, “Xavien took more than 100 men with us, but only he and I survived.” Only at this

moment did painful emotions creep into his heart. He did not remember the faces of every single one of

those people, but they had selflessly shielded him and Xavien from bullets with their own bodies to

ensure their safe escape.

Sadness surged within Abigail as she sensed the man’s unspeakable grief. She didn’t know how to

comfort him, considering that more than 100 lives were lost. Furthermore, technically speaking, these

lives were sacrificed not for Sean but for Luna.

“It was Vincent. I saw him at the Golden Triangle,” Sean suddenly said. He was determined to get even

with Vincent for the more than 100 lives lost.

“But Vincent has been in Capitalis all this time. There’s evidence to prove it,” Abigail said.