The news of Gary's passing stirred the upper society of Capitalis. Just like Analise predicted, Lawrence fell ill from his overwhelming sadness. When Abigail visited him, his hair was already graying a lot. It was jarring when contrasted with his younger face. Meanwhile, Scarlett's eyes were swollen. She was already sobbing silently when she saw Abigail. Crying, Scarlett said, "He's hurt badly. Inside, I mean. He's been in a coma for a long time. The doctor said he wouldn't accept the news of his father's passing."
Before this, Scarlett would have to force herself just to cry. She'd even put on a pitiful look just to make Abigail pity her, but this time, it was different. Her sobs were real.
Abigail approached her and held her hand, and then she sat beside Lawrence's bed. "Mr. Pearson, I am Abigail Quinn. I will return to the Pearsons, but I have to make it clear that I have not forgotten what you guys did to me. I'll give you a chance to make things up with me, but I will decide whether or not to forgive you people. If you accept those terms, wake up and give me your answer."
Scarlett's eyes went wide, as wide as they could, anyway. "Is that true, Abby? You're coming home?"
"Yes." Abigail nodded.
Scarlett was laughing and crying at the same time. "Finally! We've moved out, Abby. It's a new home. Your room's newly renovated, and it's been waiting for you to come home."
"Sure." Abigail nodded.
Suddenly, Scarlett got worried. "Forget it. You shouldn't go home for now. Your grandmother is still angry at you."
"I know my grandmother. She's never really angry at me," Abigail responded seriously.
Scarlett was still angry at Patricia, so she said, "You're right. Analise is your real grandmother. She's the only grandmother you have."
Abigail grunted, but she said nothing.
Maybe Abigail's words worked, but Lawrence woke up in the evening.
Scarlett held his hand tightly. "You heard what Abby said, didn't you?"
He heard nothing, but he nodded. "Yeah. I couldn't leave her behind."
She pounced into his arms, crying her heart out. "What would I do if you'd left me? What should Abby do? She's going to have kids. If she doesn't have our help, how will she cope?"
"Yes, yes. I'm sorry." Lawrence was amused upon hearing that.
Meanwhile, Abigail sighed. Why do I see couples being kissy-kissy everywhere I do?
Lawrence looked at Abigail gently. "Abby…"
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