The Seventh Miserable Bride novel Chapter 178

"It doesn't matter anymore. As long as she lives a good life from now on, it doesn't matter to me whether she leaves. I'm a failure. No one wished to stay with me until the end. From now on, I will not love anyone, nor will I let anyone enter my heart..."

These weren't words uttered out of anger. He was truly disappointed in love. He could no longer bear the destruction brought by love anymore.

"What are you going to do now? How are you going to deal with Abigail?"

"I know what to do."

Sebastian Simons chugged down more alcohol and got extremely drunk. Fynn Jaymond then sent him home. When Madam Simons saw how drunk her son was, she couldn't help but feel distressed. Looking at her son's haggard cheeks, she apologized to him over and over again.

Abigail Tanner received a call from Madam Simons in the afternoon. When she heard that Yasmine Taylor had left and that Sebastian had promised to let her live in their house, she was overjoyed. She finally felt that the unfair treatment she had received back then was finally worth it.

She packed her luggage excitedly. Madam Simons was going to send a car over early next morning to pick her up. She could foresee the blissful life ahead of her, where she and Sebastian would be holding their child's hand and strolling on the road, talking and laughing.

"Thump! Thump!" There was a knock on the door. She walked over and opened the door. When she saw the person standing outside the door, her expression became slightly unnatural. "You're back."

Ethan Zordon walked straight into the house, took off the guitar on his shoulder, and nodded calmly. "Yes."

"Where did you go this time? Why were you gone for such a long time?"

Abigail asked while pouring him some tea.

"It's a national tour, so it took up a little bit of time."

Ethan took the teacup from her hand and he glanced at her bulging abdomen. He was stunned. Thinking of the ovulating pills that he found at her home that day, he asked with a trembling voice, "What's wrong with your stomach?"

Abigail took a deep breath and knew that she had to be honest. "I am pregnant with your cousin's child."

With a snap, the cup in his hand fell to the ground and broke into pieces, just like his heart.

"I will be moving into his house tomorrow. He has promised to marry me. Yasmine has also left too. Thank you for your company over the past few years. I will never forget how kind you were to me." she said.

"Just stop talking!"

Ethan growled lowly and grabbed her shoulder. "I thought you were just confused for a moment and you would never do anything that would cross the line. I also thought that no matter how far you had gone to, I would be able to pull you back to the right path. But I never thought that you would do something like this. I am completely disappointed in you."

"I'm just fighting for what belonged to me in the beginning." she insisted.

"What was it that belonged to you? Is there a rule in this world that one would belong to another? You are sick. I have absolutely no idea how I could help you anymore. Don't you dare say that I did not put in the effort to pull you back to the right path. Even if I wanted to, there's no way to turn back anymore. I believe that one day, you will live to regret what you have done today."

Ethan stumbled and picked up the guitar on the ground. After a few steps, he turned back and said, "There isn't a need for you to remember how kind I was to you. Perhaps it would be better if you just forget it all. The memories between us aren't worth reminiscing either. I don't want to have anything to do with you anymore. You are no longer the Abigail I know."

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Abigail burst into tears of sadness. She thought that even if the whole world did not understand her, at least Ethan would understand, but now he said that he wanted to erase all the memories that they shared with each other. Perhaps it would be better if they were broken up. After all, he was just a friend, and she only wanted Sebastian now.

Early in the morning, the luxurious limousine that was sent by the Simons family was parked in front of Abigail's apartment. She came out with her luggage, thrilled. The driver came forward to take her luggage and said, "Miss Tanner, please allow

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me.

"Call me Mrs. Simons."

The driver looked startled, seemingly put in a difficult position.

"What's wrong? I'm going to marry your young master soon. Is it that difficult for you to call me Mrs. Simons now?"

"Mrs. Simons..."

The driver called out reluctantly.

Only then did Abigail get into the car with satisfaction, thinking that the title suited her well.

They finally arrived at the Mansion House after driving for half an hour. When they drove past the main gates, Abigail glared at the two guards. They had stopped her from entering the mansion previously. At that time, she had sworn that one day, she would be officially ushered into the house by the Simons.

Now, she had finally succeeded.

Madam Simons was already waiting for her at the door. Although there was a smile on her face, there was an indifferent look in her eyes.

"Welcome to our house," she said.

Abigail smiled, "All thanks to you and Dad. You all made a very wise choice."

On the couch in the living room, Titus Simons was sitting there, deep in thought. If it weren't for his grandson's sake, he would have never let Pearl Haymitch's daughter live in his house.

"Dad, I'm here."

Abigail referred to them as her Mom and Dad, as if she had lived in this family for a long time.

"Yes, welcome."

Titus nodded, acknowledging her presence. Then he continued reading the newspaper.

"Where's Sebastian? Why don't I see him?" Abigail looked around.

"He's upstairs. He should be coming down soon."

Madam Simons smiled stiffly.