Chapter 23

Abigail's smile resurfaced. "So, you're worried about me, Jeff." "You don't need to do things like this to please me." The implication was clear. Only Natalie would do such things to please Jeffrey, and he had never cared. Natalie suddenly felt a little cold. Perhaps the air-conditioning in this mall really was turned up too high. She didn't want to stay here any longer, nor did she have the patience to watch her ex-husband and his mistress flaunt their affection. "Ms. Wright," Natalie said politely, "this mall has everything. You can walk into any store and buy a similar shawl to keep warm. Throw away the one you're wearing now." It was an eyesore to her. How could something she had knitted with her own hands be draped over Abigail? What she hadn't expected was Abigail's refusal. "Why throw away something perfectly good? What a waste," she said. "I think it's quite nice. And since you knitted it yourself, it's so meaningful." Natalie's tone hardened. "Abigail, don't disgust me