Chapter 38

Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Abigail tried to reach Aunt Claudia on the phone several times as she was walking, but to no avail.

Upon arriving at the Green’s residence, Pullan, due to his special status, remained outside. As Abigail was heading toward the back building, not even near it yet, she heard a cold shout, “Halt!”

At the sound of the voice, Abigail stopped. Turning around, she saw Lincoln Green standing on the steps in a menacing manner, his face twisted in rage.

“You dare wander around all night without care for your mother and sister, Abigail Green, you’re both shameless and heartless!” Lincoln, upon seeing Abigail stand motionless and remembering what Ruby had said, felt a greater sense of disdain for this daughter he no longer recognized.

“I’m not quite sure what you mean, Father. My mother passed away years ago. I have always been her only daughter, so where do this mother and sister you mention come from?” If she had previously planned to play along with the Green family, compete with that mother and daughter for this so-called father’s support.

Yet ever since yesterday, when Lincoln Green, without any hesitation nor discernment, tried to hurt her, Abigail realized that this man not only had a warped sense of right and wrong, but was also impatient for immediate benefits.

This kind of person could only love himself.

Maybe in the past, Abigail needed this father’s love. Consequently, she humbled herself, step by step, to let that mother and daughter trample on her dignity, abuse her body, and ultimately become a reproduction tool for the mother and daughter’s rise, even risking her own life.

But Abigail wouldn’t.

Once she saw things clearly, she would never endure.

Lincoln Green didn’t expect that his timid daughter would one day speak to him like this. His face turned bright red with anger. At this moment, Jackson Taylor came up from behind Lincoln, “Brother-in-law, my sister has been married to your family for almost a decade. She has always treated Miss Abigail kindly as if she’s her own. Now that she is bedridden, hearing what Miss Abigail said would deeply upset her.”

“Bitch, I’m going to take you to your mother to apologize.” Lincoln, already in a rage, was further aggravated by Jackson’s instigation.

“I see that Miss Abigail gave Aunt Claudia a card yesterday. Presumably, she has some money now…”

“I see. So now that you have money you grow a temper, huh? Go, cancel all her cards.” After Jackson finished, Lincoln appeared to have a sudden realization.

“But…”

“Move.” Lincoln growled.

Quickly, Jackson went to do as ordered, looking utterly smug. He had control over this man’s wealth, and if she ever wanted to study in the future, she would have to depend on her sister and him and obey their commands accordingly.

Abigail, however, found it all rather amusing as she watched the retreating figure of Jackson. It became clear to her then that even though Rose and her daughter were bedridden, they still managed to send their pawn out.

“Where is Aunt Claudia?” Abigail didn’t care whether her card was cancelled or not. Without mentioning the commission from the Piers family, just the dividends from the stocks left by her biological mother alone would be more than enough for her to live comfortably for the rest of her life.

She would not be entrapped by wealth ever again.

And, if worst came to worst, she still had her own two hands.

Lincoln was exasperated that after all he had said, Abigail had not taken any of it to heart, “Abigail Green, do you know who you are talking to?”

Having no desire to engage in a conversation with an enraged middle-aged man, Abigail turned and continued towards the small building. Lincoln, angered, kicked over a flower pot beside him, “Things are really turning upside down!”

By that time, Abigail had already entered the small building. Following her original owner’s memory, she arrived at a corner storage room. As she pushed the door open, a musty, damp smell mixed with the scent of blood flooded her nostrils.

There wasn’t a window in the room, leaving it dark in broad daylight. However, Abigail’s eyes were exceptional; even in the dark, she could make out the figure huddled on a small bed.

“Aunt Claudia…” Abigail called softly. There was no response from the figure on the bed, she hurriedly leaned forward to touch Aunt Claudia’s forehead.

It was burning hot.

Abigail’s face sunk, “Aunt Claudia.”

Getting closer, the smell of blood became more pronounced. As Abigail pulled back the blanket, she saw whip marks all over Aunt Claudia’s body. There lay the woman in her fifties, skeletally thin, curled up on the narrow bed, barely breathing.

Abigail closed her eyes to alleviate her distress; when she opened them again, they were brimming with anger.

She knew this was Jackson’s doing, and the Taylor mother and daughter were, no doubt, complicit.

Old grievances were not yet redressed, and new ones were being added!