Chapter 71

Abigail was rooted to the spot in shock. But that wasn't even the most shocking part. Before Abigail could even say a word, Natalie appeared behind Jeffrey. Natalie looked down at the damp spots on the hem of her clothes, scowling in obvious displeasure. "Jeffrey, I've already told you many times not to splash water all over the sink when brushing your teeth. Why can't you get it?" Natalie had just changed. Not only did leaning against the sink get her clothes wet, but she had also smeared them with toothpaste. It left a faint, minty smell. "Hey, Jeffrey." Getting no response, Natalie called out again, "I'm talking to you. Did you hear me—oh?" Natalie lifted her gaze and finally noticed Abigail standing downstairs. In fact, Abigail looked more furious than she was. Natalie actually spent the night at Foster Garden and even shared a bed with Jeffrey. What the hell was going on? "Jeffrey." Abigail's eyes quickly clouded over. "What's going on here?" Abigail needed an explanation.