Revenge After Prison Never Forgiven (Abigail) novel Chapter 298

Chapter 298

“What job?” Bianca looked completely lost, her eyes full of confusion as she turned to Stephen.

Stephen’s reaction was intense as he practically gritted his teeth. “Abigail’s way too greedy. That was your opportunity. You worked your ass off to get it. Why the hell should you give it up for her? Dani, you’re just too kind. And…”

His voice faltered as he remembered what Abigail had said. A flicker of guilt crossed his eyes. “With her education? The company would never hire her.”

Daniella

Wined her tears. “Stevie, I just don’t want Abby to be upset. I hate seeing Mom this sad. Maybe I should just leave.”

Abigail had just reached the living room when she heard Daniella’s sweet, pretentious voice. Her first instinct was that trouble was coming. She stopped in her tracks, debating whether to walk in.

“Ms. Abigail Gibson is back.” A maid’s startled voice cut off Abigail’s thoughts.

Abigail wondered, Well, guess I don’t have a choice now.

She stepped forward. Bianca lit up the moment she saw Abigail and said, “Abby, you’re back. Come on, have some dinner.”

Abigail nodded calmly, her face unreadable.

Stephen saw her reaction and

elt his anger spike. “Abigail, don’t you

think

you owe us an explanation?”

“What exactly do you want me to explain?” Abigail looked up coldly.

Stephen shot to his feet. “You did

it

on purpose, didn’t you? Just because Dani didn’t give you

the job?”

Abigail looked slightly confused, unsure how he had come to that conclusion. “No.”

Stephen didn’t believe her. His eyes burned with fury. “Don’t act like I don’t see through you. You did this intentionally.

“Abigail, what are you trying to pull? Ever since you came back, this house has been in chaos. If I’d known this was gonna happen, I never would’ve picked you up.”

Abigail let out a sharp laugh, the sound cutting through the air. She looked up, her eyes full of quiet mockery. “Mr. Gibson, you really do have a selective memory. Did I ask you to pick me up? And did you actually bring me back?”

When he heard the two questions, Stephen’s expression grew even grimmer.

“Abby.” Bianca looked at her. She then turned to Stephen and scolded him under her breath, “She just got home today. Can’t you speak to her nicely?”

“And what about her? Is that the attitude of someone who wants to talk things out?” Stephen glared at Abigail.

Abigail thought, ‘If it weren’t for Grandpa, I wouldn’t waste my time arguing with Stephen over something this pointless.

“Mr. Gibson, if you don’t want to speak with I’ll head back to my room,” Abigail remarked, standing up and turning to leave.

“Abby, that’s not what Stevie meant,” Bianca said, reaching out to stop her, shooting Stephen a look of disapproval.

Bianca had always been gentle, never one to harshly scold her children,

When Abigail first came back, she’d clung to that gentleness, grateful that her birth mother turned out to be such a kind and beautiful woman. Unfortunately, Bianca’s gentleness never had boundaries.

Abigail pulled her hand from Bianca’s and replied calmly,

Gibson, I’m tired. I’d like to rest.”

After all, this wasn’t her house. Abigail still maintained some form of courtesy.

Bianca’s eyes turned slightly red. She forced a smile. “Abby, you haven’t had dinner yet, have you? Eat something before you rest.”

“No need.” Abigail didn’t feel hungry anyway. Her body was used to only eating once a day.

“Mom, just let her starve herself. What’s with that attitude? Who does she think she’s trying to impress?” Stephen scoffed coldly.

Daniella noticed Bianca’s disapproval and her eyes shifted. “Abby, Stevie and I didn’t see you when we left this afternoon. We thought you’d already

come back.”

She hesitated, as if finally unable to hold it in. Her voice softened with a hint of pleading. “Abby, I know you don’t like me, but if you’re ever coming

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home late again, at least let Mom know. She was really worried about you.”

Bianca looked at Daniella, clearly moved. Their eyes met like a touching moment between mother and daughter.

Abigail watched them, finding it almost laughable. “I’m afraid I can’t.”

Her

tone was quiet. “I can’t get through to your phones.” She’d been blocked ever since the day she was sent to prison.