Revenge After Prison Never Forgiven (Abigail) novel Chapter 295

Chapter 295

Abigail didn’t want to see Bianca and Daniella putting on their sweet mother–daughter act.

Just as Abigail walked past them, she saw Stephen coming from the other direction. He seemed to notice Bianca crying and quickened his pace, his tone sharp with anger. “Abigail, what did you say to Mom?”

Abigail stared at him expressionlessly and asked calmly, “Mr. Gibson, maybe you should ask your mother what she said to me. I only said one thing

to her.”

Stephen looked at Abigail with clear disbelief. He was about to say something when Bianca spoke up, “Stevie, be nicer to Abby. I’m fine. I’m just really happy to see her again.”

Stephen was scolded by Bianca and gave Abigail an annoyed look, but didn’t say anything more.

“Abby, I got you new clothes and shoes. Why are you wearing something that doesn’t even fit?” Bianca glanced at Abigail, frowning slightly.

Abigail looked up, her tone still laced with impatience. “No need. This is fine. I’m going to see Grandpa.”

She was about to leave, but Stephen reached out to block her and said, “Grandpa’s already sleeping.”

No way. Ralph is still with him, isn’t he?” Abigail’s voice grew anxious. She hadn’t seen Wyatt in three years, and now she was desperate to see him.

“Ralph already left,” Stephen replied, clearly annoyed. He thought, ‘If it weren’t for her, Ralph would’ve stayed for dinner.

Abigail low?

“Abby, don’t worry. You can see Grandpa tomorrow,” Bianca said gently, trying to soothe Abigail.

her eyes frustration. If it weren’t for them, she would’ve made it in time to see Wyatt. She stayed quiet and turned to go!

inside.

“Abby,

room’s all ready. Now that you’re back, I really want to make things right,” Bianca remarked softly.

Abigail didn’t react. She never planned to stay here in the first place. She just hadn’t seen Wyatt yet.

“Okay,” Abigail replied with a nod.

Bianca was overjoyed. Her eyes swept over the backpack in Abigail’s hand, and a flash of pain crossed her expression. “Stevie, is Abby’s room all set up? Let her get some rest first.”

Stephen looked a little uneasy. He answered, “The room’s not ready yet. Just let her stay in the maid’s room for now.”

“Stevie, what did you just say?” Bianca looked like she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Stephen didn’t say another word.

Abigail spoke up, “Where’s the maid’s room?”

She didn’t want to argue with them anymore. After getting an answer, she picked up her backpack and walked into the room on the first floor.

Bianca looked like she still wanted to say something, but when she thought of what Stephen had done, she stayed quiet.

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Abigail shut the door. The maid’s room was simply furnished, but it had everything she needed. The Gibson family was wealthy, and even the maid’s room wasn’t small.

Abigail wasn’t picky about where she lived. She’d stayed in solitary confinement in prison before. In fact, the conditions here weren’t bad at all.

She unpacked a little, took out her phon

“Abby, Mom asked me to call you for din

it,

and r

replied to a few messages. Then she heard a knock at the door.

aniella stood at the door with a bright smile.

But Abigail clearly saw the hostility hidden in Daniella’s eyes. She replied, “Got it. Let’s go.”

At the dinner table, Bianca enthusiastically placed food onto Abigail’s plate. Abigail instinctively shielded her own plate and pulled away. A piece of

broccoli fell onto the table.

Stephen’s voice was low and laced with anger. “Abigail, what are you dodging for? Mom’s just trying to serve you.”

“Sorry. It’s a habit,” Abigail said.

She really had gotten used to it. In prison, anytime someone reached over during meals, it was either to steal food from her plate or to throw trash onto it. If she didn’t move fast enough, she wouldn’t be able to eat at all.

‘Stephen let out a sharp laugh out of anger. “Abigail, you’re such a bad liar. You think we’re actually going to believe that?”

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Abigail put down her utensils and looked straight at him. “Whether you believe it or not is up to you.”

Bianca quickly stepped in. “Stevie, Abby didn’t mean anything by it. Come on, let’s eat before the food gets cold.”

Stephen held back his anger and stayed quiet, but the way he looked at Abigail felt like he was throwing knives at her.

Abigail pretended not to notice. She’d seen worse–crueler, darker stares than his. Compared to them, Stephen was nothing.

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