Countless questions swirled in Abigail's mind, and it made her rage.
'What is he doing there? Why is he with Grandma? Does he have some nasty plan?'
"Hi, Abigail..." Ryland's melodic voice on the other end sounded like the angel of death speaking to her.
"Ryland? Why are you there?" Abigail kept her tone casual, though she cursed him repeatedly in her heart, and her mind was angry.
"Abigail, why did you not tell me about Grandma?" Ryland said while moving slightly, and Sophie Lewis's face appeared behind him.
'Damn it! Ryland, you're a wicked man—'
Abigail clenched her fists to stop her anger from surfacing while smiling at Grandma.
"Oh dear, Abby, why are you hiding my condition from Ryland?" Sophie Lewis's voice sounded weak, but her gaze on Ryland radiated happiness.
