Female Novel
Chapter 804 Bitterness Turns Into Resentment
Abigail gently pressed her hand against her temple. "Sean, I killed someone abroad. The bulletwent through his forehead, and since then, that bullet has accompanied me, piercing through myforehead countless times in my dreams."
Sean's eyes softened with tenderness. "If I hadn't left that day and stayed by your side, would thingshave turned out differently?"
"I can't say for sure. There are no 'ifs' in life anymore," Abigail replied calmly. "The day you left, myvision was clouded by drugs. I couldn't see clearly. I was lost in darkness."
The dense darkness enveloped her on that shore.
She tried to push away all thoughts, attempting to find a way back. But the more she tried, theclearer the memories became.
Amidst the relentless insomnia, the recollections of those six months became more vivid, as if theyhad just occurred yesterday.
Sean held her close. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have walked away. I shouldn't have let anger cloud myjudgment."
"I believed we had unwavering trust. I thought we were unbreakable together. But for some reason,the day I messaged you, you didn't reply. Did something prevent you from responding to me?"Abigail recalled the moment she messaged Sean after leaving the Johnson Hospital ResearchInstitute but received no response.
Sean clenched his lower lip, and after a long pause, he murmured, "I saw a photo of you with Larryby the window, with Andrew beside you. I thought you had moved on with someone else behind myback."
"I understand." Sean felt a pang of guilt.
"You don't need to apologize. That kind of photo indeed easily leads to misunderstanding. Abigailgently pushed him away, her gaze steady as she spoke. "So, you already had doubts about myloyalty back then, which led you to follow me overseas, discover the truth, and leave so abruptly."
Sean remained silent.
"But it's alright. I know you invested a lot back then, and if you had continued pursuing me, GrahamInternational might have suffered. There were practical obstacles between us that hindered ourrelationship, and there's no need for blame." Abigail spoke calmly.
The period of silence after her messages went unanswered was the most painful for Abigail.
"Later, I hid in someone else's house and called you. That's when you interrogated me," Abigailspoke softly, recalling the days when she, Andrew, and Martin lived like shadows.
Andrew lay injured on the ground.
"Do you know why I couldn't abandon them?" Abigail turned to Sean, her voice eerily composed.
Sean gripped his hand tightly, saying nothing.
"Andrew." Abigail gestured to her shoulder. "He shielded me, taking a bullet that nearly ended hislife. Despite his paralyzed legs, he protected me. We were forced to hide in a deserted basementand then in a civilian's home that we had to claim forcefully. He crawled on the floor when he wasinjured. It was heartbreaking."
"Martin also suffered for me. Unwilling to leave his disabled son behind, he endured the pain."Abigail recounted slowly, "That's why I left with Simond."
"If I hadn't gone with him, Andrew and Larry would have perished. Simond comes from a lineage ofmercenaries." Abigail reclined in her seat, exhaling deeply. She glanced at Sean. "If you had repliedto my message, then we could have strategized and perhaps avoided the tragedies that followed."
Sean's hands trembled.
"I understand that you have a strong sense of ownership. I know you can't tolerate any interference.I used to believe that this was your way of expressing love for me, but now I realize that you tend tofalter at crucial moments," Abigail said calmly as she pushed open the car door.
Sean followed her out of the car, taking Abigail's hand with red eyes. "I'm sorry."
"No need to apologize. You didn't have to rescue me back there. It was my fault for keeping thingsfrom you and for not being honest. There has always been a lack of complete understandingbetween us. I assumed you knew I was hiding things and would react rationally, but I wasmistaken," Abigail said, retrieving her phone from her pocket to book a flight ticket for herself.
"I know where your home is. I will go there on my own," she said softly to Sean.
Xavien hadn't expected their conversation to unravel so quickly.
As Abigail left, he approached Sean and asked quietly. "What's the matter?"
Sean bowed his head and murmured, "It was a mistake to let go of Kevin that day. She has endureda lot in the past six months and had to take the first shot to survive."novelbin
Xavien was at a loss for words.
"Let's forget about it and head back." Sean quickly regained his composure.
Abigail boarded the plane, sat by the window, put on sunglasses, and wore a cold expression.
It turned out it was a photo that made her miss the chance to see Sean the most.
Who sent that photo?
Abigail felt a mix of irritation and suffocation in her heart.
Her nose tingled, she turned to gaze at the sea of clouds, the suffering she had endured for the pastsix months now transformed into a sense of grievance and disappointment. Behind her sunglasses,she held back tears.