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That woman had nothing but poison in her heart – bringing reporters to stir up trouble was clearly a calculated move to ruin Lucas’s reputation. So Andrew hadn’t held back in the slightest.
Lucas had no affection for anyone from the Gibson family. When he heard the update, he simply waved it off. “Got it. No need to arrange for someone to take her home. Once she sobers up, she’ll leave on her own.”
“Yes, sir.” Andrew, ever the thoughtful assistant, figured there was no need to bother with a guest room – cooling off in the hotel lobby would do just fine.
When Lucas returned, Abigail was lounging on the sofa flipping through a magazine. She looked up at the sound of his footsteps. “All done?”
“Yeah.” Lucas figured she ought to know. “Just now, Abigail’s mother brought a bunch of reporters here demanding to see you. Andrew knocked her out.”
Abigail froze. It took her a moment to realize he was talking about her mother.
Looking for her? With reporters?
That was her ‘loving’ mother, alright.
Lucas had been watching her face closely, worried she might be upset. He knew all too well what that felt like.
“The Gibson family doesn’t deserve you.”
Abigail glanced at him, realizing he was trying to comfort her. She gave a light shrug and smiled casually. “They can’t hurt me anymore.”
Not my heart, not my body.
Lucas could see how tightly she’d armored herself, and it made his chest ache.
She was barely eighteen – she should’ve been enjoying the sweetness of youth, surrounded by warmth and love. But the Gibson family had forced her to grow up into someone who had to protect herself like stone.
Abigail stood up and stretched. “I’m exhausted. I’m heading back.”
“I’ll take you,” Lucas said, rising to his feet.
She changed into her now-dry clothes, while
Lucas waited for her in the hotel garage.
Whether it was the comfort of the car or Andrew’s smooth driving, Abigail leaned back against the seat and drifted off.
Lucas sat silently beside her, watching her sleep, more intrigued than ever. She looked small and fragile, yet somehow had survived all the pain the Gibson family had thrown at her – and came out stronger for it. Hardship hadn’t broken her. It had refined her.
When the car rolled to a stop, Lucas finally looked away.
Abigail slowly opened her eyes, groggy and still half-asleep. She rubbed them and asked, “We’re here?”
“Yeah.” Lucas suddenly remembered the special admissions exam. “Stonebridge University delayed releasing the scores. It was an internal decision – had nothing to do with the students. You don’t need to worry.”
Abigail had never doubted her abilities. But hearing that, she asked curiously, “So… you’ve seen the results?”
Lucas nodded without hesitation, but didn’t satisfy her curiosity. “You’ll find out when they’re officially announced.”
“Tch.” Abigail rolled her eyes at his cryptic tone but didn’t push it further.
She opened the car door and stepped out, stretching lazily. The cool night breeze sobered her up immediately.
“I’m off. Thanks,” she said, waving back without looking, then walked straight into the Gibson estate.
Lucas remained in the car for a long moment before finally instructing Andrew to drive.
When Abigail entered the Gibson house, it was completely empty. She couldn’t be bothered to wonder where they’d gone and went straight upstairs to bed.
After everything that had happened tonight, she was beyond exhausted. The moment she hit the mattress, she was out cold.
Helen didn’t return to the house until early the next morning. When she found out Abigail had come back the night before, she was so furious she ordered someone to go bang on her door.
“What the hell happened last night?” Marshall had never gotten a call from Helen and had assumed everything had gone smoothly.
Helen exploded the moment Marshall asked. “Everything was going fine last night – until Lucas’s people blocked the reporters. We couldn’t even get inside.”
“I was planning to stir things up and force Lucas to show himself, but that damn Andrew knocked me out,” she said, her voice shaking with fury. “They dumped me in the hotel lobby for the night like trash.”
Quinn glanced upstairs. “Ms. Gibson came back a little after ten last night.”
Helen’s face went dark. “Go drag that brat down here!”
She’d spent the night in the lobby, humiliated – and woke up with a crick in her neck. She wasn’t about to let Abigail off without settling the score.
“Forget all that. Did it work or not?” Marshall snapped. He didn’t care for her complaints – he was focused on saving the company.
“How would I know?” she grumbled. “I got knocked out. But that girl did go into Lucas’s room.”
Marshall’s eyes lit up. A man and a woman, alone in a room, with her drugged? There was no way Lucas had just sat on his hands.
As long as something happened between them, Lucas would have no choice but to get involved.
Quinn led a group of servants upstairs to bang on Abigail’s door – only to find her opening it herself.
She shot them a cold glare. The male servants froze, not daring to move.
Abigail brushed past them and headed downstairs. She walked into the living room and faced Marshall and Helen directly, her gaze as cold as ice. “It’s way too early to be screaming like lunatics. If you’ve got something to say, say it.”
“You little – ” Helen was about to explode, but Marshall stopped her. He looked Abigail up and down and asked, “Tell me, were you with Lucas last night? Don’t worry – your father’s not some old-fashioned man. I won’t blame you.”
Abigail felt utterly disgusted. Just hearing him speak made her skin crawl. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
She glanced at Helen. “I went to the restroom. When I came back, you were gone. So I left on my own.”
“Bullshit!” Helen completely lost it. Any shred of composure flew out the window. “I personally walked you into Lucas’s room! You stayed in there forever – don’t even try to tell me nothing happened!”
Abigail had never felt more repulsed. “So what now? Should I put it in the paper? Let the whole world see how filthy the Gibson family really is?”
“Abigail!” Marshall pointed at her. “Don’t forget, you’re part of the Gibson family too. If we go down, you’re going down with us.”
He was convinced something had happened between her and Lucas. He was desperate to use it as leverage. “Without the Gibson family behind you, there’s no way Lucas would marry you. Just listen to your father. I would never steer you wrong.”
Abigail was shaking with anger. She didn’t want anything to do with the Hawthorne family – and even less to do with the Gibson family dragging Lucas into their mess.
“You think Lucas is that easy to manipulate?” She sneered at them. “You really don’t know what happens to people who try to scheme against him?”
