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As Amy raised her fists again, Abigail quickly pulled her back.
“Look at that! She’s violent again! Keep this up, and I’ll press charges!”
Justin stepped forward to mediate. “Let’s all calm down and talk this through.”
Amy trembled with rage, her face white with anger, but Abigail kept her restrained.
“Sir,” Abigail addressed the man, “let me finish. I see what happened now. Yes, my friend was wrong, but you provoked this.”
The man wanted to argue, but Abigail cut him off. “We’ll pay for the damages, but we’re also suing you for harassment. Each issue stands alone. We’ll cover the hit, but you’ll answer for harassing our employee.”
Amy caught on and fell quiet, lifting her chin in defiance.
The man’s confidence crumbled, guilt crossing his face. “Where’s your proof?”
“The bar’s cameras caught everything, plus we have witnesses. You won’t win this.”
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“You!” He fumed but knew he was cornered, realizing he would not get the money and even face charges.
He knew when to retreat.
“Fine. I’m feeling generous today,” he muttered, rising to leave.
Amy jumped up, blocking his path.
“What are you doing? This is a police station!” he yelped.
Amy glared at him fiercely, ““I wouldn’t want to dirty my hands. touching you! But ff you want to settle this, you must apologize!”
The man, feeling embarrassed, was about to deny it when Justin stood up.
“It’s just an apology, not a big deal. If you’ve done something wrong, you should own up to it, right?”
Hearing the officer say this, the man had no choice. He wanted to leave this troublesome place quickly. So he apologized to the young waitress sitting by the door.
Though it wasn’t sincere, the girl finally felt relieved.
After apologizing, the man quickly left, and Amy led her young employee to sit by the door.
Abigail went into the office with the officer to sign some papers.
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“Thank you, Officer Moore,” Abigail nodded.
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Back home, Amy’s fierce facade crumbled. After a quick shower, she found that Abigail had laid out a midnight snack.
The sight of hot dumplings brought tears to her eyes. “Abby, I’m so lucky to have you.”
Abigail knew this side of Amy well–bold in public, but quick to tears in private.
“Next time, think before you act. What if you run into someone dangerous?”
Amy stuffed her cheeks with dumplings. “If things get bad, I’ll just call my cousin to defend me.”
Mentioning Felix, Amy perked up, “So, did you meet him today?”
Abigail nodded, “He suggested I pursue an amicable divorce first. I’ve made up my mind; this can’t be dragged out. I’ll meet with Anthony tomorrow to discuss it.”
Amy nodded repeatedly, “That’s great. I’ll always support you.”
Early the next morning, Abigail removed Anthony from her blocked list. After hesitating for a long time, she finally pressed
the call button.
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At that moment, Anthony was sitting in his office, feeling down since the day before.
George had heard about the situation between Anthony and Abigail and came to the office to get the scoop.
“Do you think she’s serious this time?”
Anthony’s expression darkened even more at those words, but he still managed a dismissive smile.
“Serious? She wouldn’t dare. The Taylors are failing, and she hasn’t worked since marrying me. She’s nothing but a kept woman. Without me, she couldn’t even feed herself.”
“She may be broke, but you’re not,” George said. “Your money is marital property. What if she claims her share in the divorce?”
Anthony’s lip curled with contempt.
“Claim what? I earned every penny here. Abigail knows she’ll leave with nothing if she wants a divorce.”
George nodded. “Makes sense. She fell for you at eighteen, been devoted since. Anyone else might leave you, but Abigail? Not way.”
George’s words seemed to lift Anthony’s spirits a bit, his dismissive smile now tinged with a hint of pride.
It was at this moment that Abigail’s call came through.
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Seeing her name on the caller ID, some of the gloom on Anthony’s face faded.
George spotted Abigail’s name on the phone and smirked. “See? She’s calling to make up. Just sweet–talk her a bit.”
Anthony picked up. “Ready to end this nonsense?”
“Let’s meet,” Abigail said coldly. “I have divorce papers for you.”
