Chapter 371

Pinebrook, hospital. Beckett showed up after getting a call from Sabrina, saying she needed him to come immediately. She had been keeping watch these past few days, visibly worn out from the stress. "You called me. Just say whatever it is straight," Beckett said, his tone low and tight. Abigail glanced at Sabrina with a pale face. "Mom… let me talk to Beckett alone." Sabrina nodded and quietly left the room. "I know… you already figured it out. I'm not Sabrina's real daughter. I'm the illegitimate kid of Georgia and Tristan," Abigail said, her voice hoarse and weak. Beckett let out a cold chuckle without responding. Looking at her now, the only word that came to mind was karma. "I bet… you've been dying to see Madeleine laugh at me, right?" Abigail forced a laugh, one that had lost all its strength. Maybe people do become clearer about everything right before they die. "Honestly… I hate what I've become," her gaze drifted away. "I felt small. Scared. Miserable. And jealous—jealous of t