I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

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Chapter 88 Useless Ex–Husband

Victor was seated on the couch, looking aggrieved. “I asked the production team, but they didn’t have

the meds I wanted for her. I used the meds for minor wounds before, and it’s really good, so I asked

someone to get it for me.”

Luna picked up the meds they brought back, and she Googled it. The price was expensive, and it was

only available at the biggest drug stores in this city. “I’ll try it on you, then,” Luna told Abigail, tucking

her phone away.

Abigail looked at Victor and sat down. “You have to tell the truth if you want to stay. Or else they’ll kick

you out of the production team.”

Luna crouched before Abigail and placed her leg on her lap. She then squeezed some of the meds out

and massaged Abigail’s ankle.

Victor looked at them innocently, the rims of his eyes red. “I wouldn’t hurt you even if I was mad.”

Abigail pursed her lips and stared at Victor. She suddenly realized that Sean had an eye for people.

Victor was a smart man. Back when they were in the elevator, he probably knew she shared some

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mysterious relationship with Sean, and that was why he helped her after that.

Abigail wasn’t averse to this kind of trick. He only did it for a better future. Being smart was a good

thing in this industry. At least he wasn’t malicious.

Kevin narrowed his eyes and harrumphed. “You can say you’re innocent after we get the

investigation’s results. Won’t work before that.” He could see that Abigail was convinced, but Kevin

was a more practical man. He would only trust the evidence that was presented.

Luna looked at Kevin and put Abigail’s leg down. “After the IV infusion is finished, let him go back and

get some rest. Can we get any results by tomorrow?”

Abigail moved her ankle around. It felt cool and didn’t hurt that much anymore. It felt like she just

got injected with anesthetic. All the places that stung earlier were getting numb. Kevin asked his

men to take Victor back.

Once he was gone, Kevin smirked at Abigail. “I know what you’re thinking. You think he’s fine. You

want to keep him, but to be honest, you can’t.”

Abigail looked at him calmly. “Sean’s idea? Why?”

“You know how petty he can be. Why the question? Mr. Graham won’t let anyone get in his way. Even if

Victor isn’t the one who did it, the other person would still be kicked out as well,” said Kevin

matter–of–factly.

“And if I want him to stay? Does being petty mean that he won’t forgive anyone who tries to use just a

little bit of trickery to get ahead in life?” Abigail asked coldly.

Kevin quickly said, “Oh, calm down, Abigail. This case still hasn’t been settled yet. We’ll talk once we

have the results.”

“When you have the results, you’re telling Sean first and having Victor kicked out, aren’t you?” Abigail

demanded.

Kevin quickly said, “No, of course not. I’ll tell you first when the results are out, alright?”

Abigail looked into Kevin’s eyes. Earnestly, she said, “I don’t think Victor’s wrong for helping me. It’s for

a better future, after all. If he’s innocent, I want him to stay. I’m saying this as Sean’s wife.”

Kevin nodded. “Of course. I get it.”

Luna was already getting bored, and she asked, “Done?”

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“Yes. Get some rest. I’m going back.” Kevin was nice to Luna, too.

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Once they sent Kevin off, Luna looked at Abigail solemnly. “You slept with Sean?”

Abigail’s mask of solemnity fell off, and she looked sheepish. “I was going to call wrong number. The

drug was too strong.

you,

but I

got the

Luna huddled closer and said quietly, “I can’t believe he’d actually come to help you. And he went at it

for three hours, too. That’s powerful.”

“Let’s not talk about that.” Abigail blushed, and her lips were dry.

“Then, let’s talk about Victor. You know he’s not as innocent as he looks, so why are you keeping him?”

Luna asked. She knew Abigail wasn’t that kind of a person.

Abigail said calmly, “When you couldn’t come out, Joan and some other designers tripped me up,

but he helped me out. When my leg got hurt, he was the only one who cared about me and got me

some meds. Even if he isn’t that innocent, so what?”

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