I Want a Divorce (Abigail and Sean) novel Chapter 852

A furious Jonell stormed back to his study and demanded, "What do you want to say?!"

"We've sacrificed too much for Luna. It's time to lay low and wait until the people in Carl's family leave. Only then we can make our move," urged Jamie.

At the mention of Luna, Jonell's demeanor softened slightly.

"We can't hide forever. Our best bet is to strike back," he said calmly. "I'll take back everything they've done to me, one step at a time!"

Jamie couldn't persuade Jonell, so he reluctantly gave up.

Once he left, Jonell remained seated for a while in contemplation before eventually rising and heading downstairs via the elevator.

It was his first encounter with the building's elevator. Despite reaching the ground floor, no one exited, and the doors remained shut.

He glanced at it briefly before shifting his gaze away.

…

Meanwhile, in the basement.

Luna gazed up at the ceiling.

The artificial blue sky and drifting white clouds above changed every day, but no matter how she looked at it, it seemed unreal.

When the door opened, she remained entirely unaware that Jonell had approached her side. He glanced up at the ceiling before sitting down. "Isn't it a nice view?"

Luna remained silent.

Jonell noticed the scattered clothes and leftover food on the bedside table. He rose to tidy up the room and said calmly, "No one's here to boss you around anymore. Sean is lost at sea, and Abigail and her subordinates have gone back home."

When they mentioned their names, Luna showed a slight reaction.

"Come with me. Let's start fresh in Monfort. Once things calm down, I'll take you to see a doctor and make sure you're taking your medication." Jonell's voice softened.

Luna ignored him and fixed her gaze on the ceiling.

Jonell didn't push further.

She was usually silent anyway, and he had gotten used to it.

After roughly tidying up, he turned and left.

As soon as he was gone, her eyes slowly filled with tears.

There was a time when she wanted to end her life, but Eric told her that Abigail and Sean never gave up on her, and even the Pearsons were waiting for her return.

Abigail had endured a lot for her sake. So, even when times were tough, she could persevere.

But now, because of her, Sean was in trouble... Would Abigail really not blame herself?

She had contemplated taking her life again, but there was nothing here to help her do it.

Luna felt consumed by guilt.

…

In the evening, Jamie rushed into Jonell's room with a pale face. "Luna had a medical emergency. She needed to be taken to the hospital for a blood transfusion!"

Jonell frowned. "What happened?"

"The doctor said she seemed to be under some kind of stress. Did you say anything to her?" Jamie asked in a low voice.

Anderson paused for a moment before responding, "Staying in the basement can lead to illness."

Jamie remained silent.

In truth, Luna had been battling illness for some time and experiencing fluctuations in her health.

When Anderson entered Luna's room and caught sight of her, he hesitated briefly before decisively stating, "We need to get her to the hospital."

"Is it too late?" Jamie's was laced with worry.

Anderson approached Luna's side, reached out, and felt her cold hand.

"Excessive blood loss?" he questioned Jamie.

Jamie nodded solemnly. "Self-inflicted. She was already unconscious when I found her."

Anderson examined the wound and treated it with care. Next, he retrieved some iron solution from his bag to administer it to her.

"Considering her condition... we must take her to the hospital," he advised Jamie. His tone of voice reflected the urgency of the situation.

"Mr. Anderson, you're aware of the situation. It's not safe for you to go to the hospital," Jamie said gravely.

Anderson gave him a sidelong glance. "What if I bring her there myself?"

"You? You're not planning to take her away, are you?" Jamie's suspicion was evident in his voice.

"Why would I bother taking a useless woman anywhere?" Anderson retorted as he arose to pack his belongings. That signaled his intention to depart.

Jamie furrowed his brow, mulled over for a moment, then trailed after Anderson. "I'll consult with Mr. Davison. If he agrees, you can send her to the hospital."