I Want a Divorce (Abigail and Sean)

Chapter 700 A Mission

Silently, Sean stood there, not uttering a word.

Alice's gaze fell upon Sean's face. After a while, she weakly said, "Take good care of Abigail, alright?"

"I understand," Sean replied in a nasal tone.

He had expected Alice, who appeared to be in good health, to live to be a hundred years old. Unexpectedly, she was the first to pass away.

"It seems there is nothing more to say. You two can leave. I want to talk to Ronaldo," Alice said with a smile on her face. "I may not have any children, but I am satisfied to have you three here with me in the hospital as I near the end."

Sean left the ward with Abigail.

In the corridor outside the ward, Sean leaned against the wall while Abigail sat in a chair. Both remained silent.

After a long silence, Sean looked at Abigail and asked, "Did you visit her when you came to buy those Marimora pearls? How was she at that time?"

Abigail pursed her lips, her tearful eyes fixed on Sean. However, she did not answer.

At this moment, she could no longer hide the truth from him.

Sean sat down next to her and put his arm around her shoulder. "I know you are deeply upset about Alice's condition, but now that things have come to this point, we should start thinking about her funeral."

Abigail didn't expect Sean not to doubt her.

She looked at Sean as her guilt deepened. Eventually, she hugged him and cried loudly in his arms.

By dawn, Alice had peacefully passed away.

Abigail and Ronaldo went to Alice's house. Ronaldo, his eyes red from staying up all night, said tearfully, "When I first heard about Alice's condition, I hated you."

His words made Abigail instinctively stop and look at him.

"Perhaps Alice knew I would hate you, so she told me not to. She said it was her own choice to make that sacrifice for Larry. According to her, children are the future." After Ronaldo finished speaking, he pursed his lips. He wanted to cry, but he held back. NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

"I'm sorry." Abigail lowered her head, her voice filled with apology.

Ronaldo ignored Abigail and turned to leave.

Even though he was usually good-tempered, when it came to matters of life and death, he couldn't help but blame Abigail.

Abigail followed him into Alice's house.

When she saw everything in Alice's house, all those familiar things were now filled with sorrow, and Abigail's eyes welled up with tears.

Ronaldo brought out new clothes for Alice. When he saw Abigail standing in the backyard, lost in her memories of Alice, he didn't rush her but instead turned and went outside to wait for her.

As soon as he stepped outside, he ran into Sean, who had been waiting outside the village.

"Don't go in. Give her some time alone," he reminded Sean before walking toward the outskirts of the village.

Sean stood outside Alice's house as he looked at the entrance, his expression melancholic.

...

Abigail found Alice's bookcase. She unlocked the cabinet and saw only a single book inside, which made her pause.

She took the book and sat down at a table. As soon as she opened it, she discovered a letter tucked inside.

Abigail picked up the letter and began to read.

'Abigail, by the time you read this letter, I will already be gone. Don't be sad or upset, alright? A new life is always filled with hope. I am old now, but my death has meaning. The moment I found a solution to his blood disease, I felt unprecedented happiness. This is the purpose of my medical practice, and I haven't felt this sense of mission in a long time.

'Although my medical skills have diminished, Larry's life has been extended, and his future is extraordinary. Abigail, I hope that no matter what challenges you face in the future, you will remain strong. I also know that you are a resilient person.

"Take my prescription and find a traditional medicine practitioner named Martin Colleen. Inform him that this is a new prescription I have written, and he will be intrigued."

After reading the letter, Abigail wiped away her tears.

Alice had tested the prescription on herself repeatedly. Now, Abigail comprehended Alice's unwavering commitment. She was a genuine healer.

Abigail took the book and departed from Alice's house.

Sean noticed her emergence and observed that she was no longer shedding tears. On the contrary, her strides towards him were more resolute than ever.

"Let's go," Sean said, refraining from asking further questions. Whatever decision Abigail had made in that moment, he supported her.

Since the dawn of understanding, individuals had to confront the cycle of life: birth, aging, illness, and the loss of loved ones.

As per Alice's request, her funeral took place seven days later and was attended solely by familiar faces from the village.

Abigail sensed a shift in the villagers' attitudes towards her.

After the funeral, those who had once been acquainted with her departed with cold expressions.

Back in the city, Abigail sat in the airport restaurant, gazing at the dark sky outside, lost in contemplation.

Who was this traditional medicine practitioner, Martin, and how was she supposed to locate him?

However, judging by his surname, he was likely from Eastbay as well.

Initially, she could have sought Ronaldo's assistance, but he was still upset with her. Therefore, finding Martin was a task she had to undertake independently.

Sean returned with their order and noticed Abigail lost in thought. He furrowed his brow and sat down. "What's done is done. Don't dwell on it."

"I know. It's just... I feel like I'm in a dream," Abigail said, experiencing a sensation akin to what Luna must be feeling.