Chapter 119

I scoffed bitterly and shook my head, feeling a wave of self-mockery wash over me. When I looked up at Abigail again, I saw that her anger had turned into cold indifference and pride. "I'll let you off today," she said in a low voice. "But whether the investment in Lana's treatment continues after her surgery is completely up to me. Samuel, you know that I hate trouble the most." Abigail stared at me, her eyes full of clear provocation. "I'll have Martha make dinner tonight. If you want to talk, be home by 8:00 pm. Do you hear me?" I frowned, confused by her intentions. But before I could ask, she turned and walked away without giving me a chance to respond. As I watched Abigail leave, I felt like all the strength in my body had been drained away. It was as if the woman walking away wasn't the same Abigail I had once known. Her heart was a fragile shell—shiny on the outside, but hollow and broken on the inside. I stood outside Lana's ward, anxiously waiting for her surgery to en