Abigail seemed unwilling to talk to Joshma, which puzzled me.
What was she up to this time?
Was Joshua no longer her favorite? Was she planning to change her target?
But no matter whom she had her eyes on or who she wanted to be with, it had nothing to do with me.
I raised my champagne glass and instinctively stepped back, not wanting to be in Abigail and Joshua’s line of sight or to become the topic of discussion and gossip for everyone.
However, Rebecca suddenly blocked my way.
She looked at me with a smile as she calmly asked, “Are you afraid?”
I took a deep breath and smiled self–deprecatingly, “No.”
“Then what is it?”
Rebecca looked at me intently as if she wanted to see what was truly on my mind.
“Mr. Gebb, I don’t understand. You clearly are quite capable, so why are you so afraid of Abigail?
“She’s just a woman with a bit of luck. Her success today isn’t solely due to herself. I believe you’ve helped her along the way, haven’t you?”
Rebecca’s words took me by surprise..
She was the first person to speak to me this way and the first to recognize that I had contributed to Abigail’s success.
Was I afraid of Abigail?
In truth, it was just that I no longer loved her. She has tortured me to the point of being scarred all over. What was the point of arguing and fighting with her?
Everything changed since I made that choice, and she grew to hate me. It spiraled out of control and became something I could no longer manage.
It wasn’t all Abigail’s fault though. I had to own up to my part of the responsibility too.
I didn’t answer her but smiled and shook my head, saying softly, “That’s her own business. It has nothing to do with me.
“My role here today is as your companion. As for anything else, I don’t want to get involved,
nor can I.
“Hight now, the most important thing for me is to live my life well. After all, I have to be responsible for myself, don’t 17”
Rebecca looked at me intently, remaining silent for long after hearing my reply.
Perhaps what I said reminded her.
People had to live for themselves.
Rebecca didn’t seem as glamorous as she appeared.
Her marriage had likely reached its end a long time ago.
If it weren’t for their mutual interests, her husband would probably have married his new love and left her by now.
However, seeing through this was difficult.
Very few people could face such situations with complete composure.
I had lost my temper after Abigail’s torment. Everything I was doing now wasn’t out of any feelings for her. I just wanted to escape.
Rebecca pondered my words for a while before giving me a faint smile and nodding gently.
“Yes, you’re right. People must live for themselves.”
I couldn’t tell if Rebecca was really taking my words to heart or if she was just humoring me.
But those things didn’t matter anymore.
In the distance, Hanson was surrounded by a crowd. He didn’t even have the time to go to the
restroom.
I didn’t approach him to say hello, not wanting to become a topic of conversation or the center of attention.
Suddenly, a wave of pain surged through me, and I struggled to clutch my chest, heading straight for the bathroom.
The side effects of the surgery caused me to experience unbearable abdominal pain from time.
to time.
