I Want a Divorce (Abigail and Sean)

Chapter 852 The Dilemma

A furious Jonell stormed back to his study and demanded, "What do you want to say?!"

"We've sacrificed too much for Luna. It's time to lay low and wait until the people in Carl's family leave. Only then we can make our move," urged Jamie.

At the mention of Luna, Jonell's demeanor softened slightly.

"We can't hide forever. Our best bet is to strike back," he said calmly. "I'll take back everything they've done to me, one step at a time!"

Jamie couldn't persuade Jonell, so he reluctantly gave up.

Once he left, Jonell remained seated for a while in contemplation before eventually rising and heading downstairs via the elevator.

It was his first encounter with the building's elevator. Despite reaching the ground floor, no one exited, and the doors remained shut.

He glanced at it briefly before shifting his gaze away.

…

Meanwhile, in the basement. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Luna gazed up at the ceiling.

The artificial blue sky and drifting white clouds above changed every day, but no matter how she looked at it, it seemed unreal.

When the door opened, she remained entirely unaware that Jonell had approached her side. He glanced up at the ceiling before sitting down. "Isn't it a nice view?"

Luna remained silent.

Jonell noticed the scattered clothes and leftover food on the bedside table. He rose to tidy up the room and said calmly, "No one's here to boss you around anymore. Sean is lost at sea, and Abigail and her subordinates have gone back home."

When they mentioned their names, Luna showed a slight reaction.

"Come with me. Let's start fresh in Monfort. Once things calm down, I'll take you to see a doctor and make sure you're taking your medication." Jonell's voice softened.

Luna ignored him and fixed her gaze on the ceiling.

Jonell didn't push further.

She was usually silent anyway, and he had gotten used to it.

After roughly tidying up, he turned and left.

As soon as he was gone, her eyes slowly filled with tears.

There was a time when she wanted to end her life, but Eric told her that Abigail and Sean never gave up on her, and even the Pearsons were waiting for her return.

Abigail had endured a lot for her sake. So, even when times were tough, she could persevere.

But now, because of her, Sean was in trouble... Would Abigail really not blame herself?

She had contemplated taking her life again, but there was nothing here to help her do it.

Luna felt consumed by guilt.

…

In the evening, Jamie rushed into Jonell's room with a pale face. "Luna had a medical emergency. She needed to be taken to the hospital for a blood transfusion!"

Jonell frowned. "What happened?"

"The doctor said she seemed to be under some kind of stress. Did you say anything to her?" Jamie asked in a low voice.

Jonell's expression wasn't reassuring, and he hesitated. "On such an important night..."

"Mr. Davison, maybe we should give up. She was already in this condition and unable to handle any negativity. It's just a burden like this," Jamie said quietly.

On such a crucial night, he thought it best not to disturb Luna.

Jonell furrowed his brow. He was lost in thought for a moment before speaking calmly, "Let's have Anderson take a look. Suppose he can help, great. If not, we'll figure something else out."

Jamie hesitated. "Can we really rely on him?"

"If you don't trust him, find someone else who can do the job!" Jonell snapped, his frustration showing.

Jamie quickly backed off.

"Now, we've got someone in need of a blood transfusion, but we're short on blood..."

"No blood? What are you talking about? Haven't you heard of modern medicine? Don't people usually survive blood transfusions?" Anderson cut in, growing impatient with Jamie.

Jamie furrowed his brow. "Isn't there another option?"

"A doctor needs to assess the patient's condition before making any decisions. Just based on what you've told me, how am I supposed to know?" Anderson brushed him off.

"Then, come see for yourself," Jamie said and turned to leave.

Anderson watched him go, narrowed his eyes, and then quickly grabbed his bag.

Mike and the others had already gone out at this time.

Anderson trailed behind Jamie and couldn't help but furrowed his brow. "You've been keeping someone down here?"

"What's wrong?" Jamie asked.

Anderson paused for a moment before responding, "Staying in the basement can lead to illness."

Jamie remained silent.

In truth, Luna had been battling illness for some time and experiencing fluctuations in her health.

When Anderson entered Luna's room and caught sight of her, he hesitated briefly before decisively stating, "We need to get her to the hospital."

"Is it too late?" Jamie's was laced with worry.

Anderson approached Luna's side, reached out, and felt her cold hand.

"Excessive blood loss?" he questioned Jamie.

Jamie nodded solemnly. "Self-inflicted. She was already unconscious when I found her."

Anderson examined the wound and treated it with care. Next, he retrieved some iron solution from his bag to administer it to her.

"Considering her condition... we must take her to the hospital," he advised Jamie. His tone of voice reflected the urgency of the situation.

"Mr. Anderson, you're aware of the situation. It's not safe for you to go to the hospital," Jamie said gravely.

Anderson gave him a sidelong glance. "What if I bring her there myself?"

"You? You're not planning to take her away, are you?" Jamie's suspicion was evident in his voice.

"Why would I bother taking a useless woman anywhere?" Anderson retorted as he arose to pack his belongings. That signaled his intention to depart.

Jamie furrowed his brow, mulled over for a moment, then trailed after Anderson. "I'll consult with Mr. Davison. If he agrees, you can send her to the hospital."