The Seventh Miserable Bride novel Chapter 181

Sebastian Simons closed his eyes painfully and leaned wearily against the office chair. His thoughts fell into chaos. He did not even notice that Abigail Tanner had entered the room.

"Do you really miss her that much? You'd rather look at her photo than to face me, a living person."

Sebastian slowly opened his eyes and said indifferently, "Get out."

"The more you asked me to leave, the more I won't! My patience is already at its limits. Even if you don't care about me, you should at least care about the baby in my belly. He is your child!"

Sebastian stood up mockingly and told her clearly, "The only person I care in this world is Yasmine. She is the only one qualified to bear my child."

Abigail was trembling in fury, but she still held her temper. Instead, she retorted sarcastically, "Even so, she couldn't bear one."

"Even if she can't, I would rather be childless than to have a child that was born from despicable means. Children take after their parents. Hence, when this child grows up, he will be despicable too. He would only stain the bloodlines of the Simons!"

Abigail was extremely furious. She pounced on Sebastian like a shrew and punched him. He didn't move at all until his cell phone rang in his pocket. Then he proceeded to answer-

chapter 181 "Hello, Leah... you miss me? Okay, I'll go over and keep you company..."

He said a few words briefly, then hung up the phone. He pushed Abigail away from him with disgust, turned around and left decisively.

Abigail fell to the ground with a flop and cried hysterically. This was far from the blissful fantasy that she had imagined. It was not the life she wanted at all. It was as if she was living in hell. This kind of life was not what she wanted at all, but what Sebastian wanted instead. He wanted her to live in hell!

She couldn't suppress her anger. She then got up and rushed downstairs. She took out a bottle of whiskey from the bar and raised her head to chug it down. It felt great!

Madam Simons, who was making her way downstairs, happened to see Abigail chugging the alcohol defeatedly. She was shocked and rushed up to grab the bottle from her hand. She shouted angrily, "Are you crazy? How could you drink when you are pregnant? Do you want to kill yourself or the child?"

"Piss off. Your son doesn't even care about me. Why should you care about me then?"

"If it weren't for my grandson, I wouldn't have bothered to care about you!"

Abigail sneered, "You're finally telling the truth, aren't you? I know that you were just pretending to be good to me. You may seem to love me very much on the surface, but in fact, you're always cursing me in your heart!" "That's what you deserve. Look at yourself, which part of you is worthy of being cared about? You're like a shrew making trouble at home all day long. What else could you do apart from that?"

"Do you think I would act like this if your son had cared about me or treated me a little better?! It's easier said than done, you d*mned old bitch!"

Madam Simons' eyes were widened in shock. The next second, her face turned red from anger. "How... How dare you call me old b*tch... You're such a rude woman. You deserve to be ignored by a man. I wouldn't be surprised if my son thought that you were insufferable. If I were a man, I would hide away as far as I could when I see you! You're incomparable to Yasmine!"

Abigail would've calmed down if the conversation had ended before Madam Simon spoke. However, at the mention of Yasmine, she immediately lost her mind. Abigail pushed the old lady to the ground and glared at her. "Why did you ask her to divorce your son if she was so perfect then? Since you're not worried about ending the Simons' bloodline, then you should have let her stay, and everything would have been fine. Heh, from the looks of it, it seems like you're not destined to have any grandchildren!"

She threw the bottle on the ground and went upstairs madly. Madam Simons stared blankly at the shattered pieces on the ground. She was so angry that she fainted.

Abigail felt as if she was going crazy. She couldn't control her temper. She knew in her heart that she was never like this in the past. She did not realize when it was since that she had started behaving in this twisted way, up until the point where she didn't even know herself anymore.

That night, she burned everything that belonged to Yasmine, including her photos that were in Sebastian's study drawer and her clothes in the bedroom...

A malicious smile crept across her face the moment the flames rose. The anger that she had suppressed in her heart was finally vented out.

Sebastian came back from the company and went straight upstairs into the study in the evening. After a while, he came out of the study again and made his way downstairs. He immediately questioned Abigail, "Did you touch my drawer?"

Abigail calmly asked, "What do you mean?"

"The photos. Where are Yasmine's photos?"

Sebastian pinched her wrist with a sullen face. The cold light that was reflected from his eyes was like a sharp sword that could penetrate a person's heart.

"I've burned all of them."

Abigail answered nonchalantly, "I burned her stuff, including her clothes. Since she is no longer here, it's useless to keep these things in the house. We can never start a new life with these things."