The Marriage She Turned into War novel Chapter 256

I knew Abigail's methods well. If she wanted to, she could plunge me into extreme torment within moments.

Forcing a smile, I whispered, "Abigail, I know you've always cared about me."

"It's good that you know," she replied coldly.

Before I could say anything else, Abigail's icy stare froze me in place. Her voice was low and firm, leaving no room for doubt.

"Since you've returned to this house, I won't let you leave so easily again. You had better stop entertaining those pointless thoughts. Otherwise, don't expect me to show mercy," she warned. Her threats were brazen and relentless.

A flicker of surprise flashed in my eyes. I struggled to come up with a response. My heart raced, but I steadied myself, forced another smile, and said softly, "Abigail, you've misunderstood me. I'm not trying to leave."

"Then, what are you doing?" she asked.

Her expression hardened as she scrutinized me. Her gaze kept flicking to the suitcase in my hand, her meaning unmistakable. "If you're not leaving, why are you packing?"

I smiled and explained, "It's Lana. You remember her, right? She's Kayla's fellow patient. The doctor said that her condition has improved enough for surgery.

"I just want to be there for her. She's only five years old, and surgery can be terrifying for a child."

At the mention of Lana, Abigail's rigid demeanor softened slightly.

Her cold gaze pierced through me, and a sneer curled her lips. "Samuel, don't you feel ashamed saying that? Maybe you don't lie, but you deceive. You fooled me so completely before. Do you think a few words can erase that?"

I didn't know how to respond. As her anger grew, so did her frustration. I felt a bitter sense of detachment, and trying to comfort her seemed pointless.

What's the use of explaining when the other person refuses to understand? In the end, it's all my fault anyway.

"Samuel, haven't you deceived me enough? Let's see if this time you're really going to stay with Lana or just going to try to escape me," she challenged.

She gave me a proud, cold look and said, "Come on. I'll take you to the hospital myself."