Chapter 136 The Invitation from Sasha
Abigail looked at him and raised her eyebrows. “Aren’t you going to continue?”
Stephen suddenly snorted coldly, got up, and left the room. Hearing the loud slam of the door, Abigail let out a sigh of relief.
She was really scared. What if he had continued? She had no way of defending herself, just like the night before. But she didn’t want that. Stephen had feelings for Candace, and Abigail didn’t want to have any further relationship with him. She hoped to get through this month peacefully. After that, she would definitely divorce him.
After finishing work the next day, Abigail found someone blocking her way as soon as she walked out. The person had a smile on his face as he said, “Ms. Llyod, I’m the butler from Lockhart Manor. Mrs. Lockhart has asked me to take you to the mansion for dinner.”
Sasha Yarbrough?
Abigail was puzzled. “Why did Mrs. Lockhart suddenly invite me over?
Did Stephen know about this?
Smiling, Grayson said, “Mr. Stephen hasn’t been back in a long time. Both Mr. Zachary and Mrs. Lockhart miss him very much. So, they wanted to invite you over.
“Mr. Stephen is still busy. But he’ll come once he finishes his work, so please come with me first.”
Abigail took out her phone. “Please wait a moment.”
But Grayson said, “Ms. Abigail, since Mrs. Lockhart has extended the Invitation, please don’t refuse. I hope you won’t make
for me.
Abigail felt an inexplicable pressure from his words. She couldn’t
afford to offend Stephen, let alone his family. Nodding, she followed. Grayson to the car..
On the way, she texted Stephen. The message was sent, but she didn’t receive an immediate reply. She pursed her lips slightly, feeling that this visit to Lockhart Manor might not be a good thing.
Abigail’s past experience flashed before her eyes. The Lockharts didn’t like her and preferred Candace. What was their purpose in inviting her now?
With a sense of unease, Abigail soon arrived at Lockhart Manor. The grand and luxurious manor came into view, but she was in no mood to appreciate the scenery.
Upon entering the mansion, she saw that the living room was filled with many wealthy ladies. Abigail instinctively looked back, only to find that Grayson had already left. She was slightly taken aback.
“Hey, the maid over there, come and grab the bag for me.” A middle- aged wealthy woman was looking at Abigail, beckoning her over.
Abigail froze for a moment before saying, “I’m not a maid.”
Roxanne Farrell, who had been invited for tea, was taken aback by the refusal from someone she had mistaken for a maid. She placed her teacup on the table with a loud clink. “Where’s the butler? Just how are the maids being trained? So disrespectful!”
However, Grayson didn’t appear, and no one knew where he had gone.
Abigail walked over to a couch not far away, completely ignoring Roxanne’s comments.
“How uncultured!” Roxanne scolded Abigail without reservation.
Abigail furrowed her brows, pursed her lips, and said nothing.
At this moment, a little boy ran over. Ethan looked at Abigail and suddenly raised his hand. He aimed a toy gun dictly at her eyes while shouting. “I’m gonna shoot you!”
Abigail was startled, quickly dodging and instinctively blocking with her hands. Unexpectedly, Ethan suddenly sat down on the floor and began to cry loudly.
His crying drew the attention of the wealthy ladies. Seeing her grandson crying. Roxanne immediately stood up and came over, asking, “What happened? Why are you sitting on the floor?”
Still crying. Ethan pointed at Abigail, “She pushed me, Grandma. She hit me.”
Abigail stood up abruptly. “I didn’t.
Roxanne looked at Abigail with a more severe expression and raised her hand to slap her