After divorce I am a billionaire

Chapter 73 Abigail does not Feel Right

Suddenly, she was sober and feeling extremely grateful that Lyra didn't die this time. Otherwise, she

and Keith would never have been able to be together again.

She sat down weak and limp, contemplating how she should undo what she had done before.

After thinking about it, she picked up her phone and made a phone call to Keith.

The waiting time became extraordinarily long as a busy signal kept coming from the receiver.

"What?"

She heard Keith's impatient voice. "I'll hang up if there's nothing else."

"Wait! Keith, I really need to talk to you!" Irene gripped the phone tightly and was afraid that he would

hang up the phone in the next second.

"If you want me to persuade your father to release you from your grounding, no need to talk. I'm still

considering the marriage contract."

"No, I'm trying to find Lyra. I don't have her contact information ... can you put her on the phone?"

Irene's voice became smaller and smaller when saying this.

"You're looking for her? I advise you to stop disturbing Lyra. I won't let you get a chance to hurt her."

Keith warned in a low voice.

"No, I'm here to apologize to her," Irene bit her lower lip, "Please give her the phone. Keith, I'm begging

you."

"Apologize?"

Keith was even more surprised. Since she was far away from them in Suham and grounded, and she

should not be able to do anything, he reluctantly agreed to her request.

He knocked gently on the door of the makeshift operating room, opened it slightly, and waved at Lyra

who was in the room.

Lyra glanced at Micah, who was still focused on the surgery, and tiptoed out.

"What's wrong?"

Keith handed her his cell phone, "Irene is looking for you."

"Looking for me?"

Lyra took his phone suspiciously and glanced at the screen, "What? You're back home, and you're still

trying to call to give me a hard time?"

"No, I'm here to apologize to you."

Irene's voice was devoid of the arrogance and dominance, but as a rich young woman of a wealthy

family, it was impossible for her to admit her mistake completely.

"For what happened before, I am wrong. Accept my apology to you. As long as you don't get in the way

of Keith and I being together in the future, I'm willing to live in harmony with you."

Lyra did not speak.

It seemed that she knew her true identity?

Seeing no sound from her side, Irene felt a little diffident and continued, "To show my sincerity. About

Abigail, I'll consider it a gift to you."

"Give me a gift?"

Lyra laughed, "Well then, I'll see."

Irene was not angry when Lyra hung up, and then made another phone call.

Almost instantly, the call was answered by Charlotte who was at the hospital.

"Well, did you find Abigail?"

"There's no need to look for her because, she's already dead." Irene said indifferently.

"Really?" Charlotte sounded elated, "Are you sure? She was at Keith's villa, right? Did the person you

sent kill her personally? She ..."

Irene interrupted her question, "Well, you don't need to know that much. It's enough for you to be clear

that she's dead. I'm just calling to inform you that our cooperation is over."

Charlotte didn't expect her decision to be so quick at all and widened her eyes in shock.

"Why? Just because Lyra and Abigail are both dead?"

"That's right. Because of this matter, Keith wants to withdraw from the marriage, and my parents

already know about it." Irene's tone rose a few pitches, "I am having a very hard time protecting myself,

and I have no time to cooperate with you. The two women who threaten you the most are dead

anyway, and you, the heiress of the Matton Corp, have a brighter future."

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"There's no but. That's all." Irene interrupted her impatiently and hung up the phone directly.

Charlotte was about to say something else when she got a busy signal in response.

She looked at the call log on her phone in a daze. She was happy and a little puzzled at the same time.

Although solving the two people she hated the most certainly deserved her joy, Irene's perverse

attitude today had to make her suspicious again.

She felt that Irene was much stranger than usual tonight, but she couldn't say exactly what was

strange.

Forgot it. Since she can't figure it out, she won't think about it for a while. She tossed the phone aside

and lay down on the bed.

She tried to put these doubts out of her mind, but what Irene had said was so ingrained in her mind that

it wouldn't go away for a long time.

The more Charlotte thought about it, the more distracted she became. She simply sat up, looking up at

the ceiling.

Something was off about Irene tonight, and it made her suspicious of her former partner.

The two originally came together because of their respective interests. For how much they trusted each

other, she was afraid only they themselves were clear.

"It looks like you're recovering quite well!"

Katelyn walked in with a servant, saw her sitting on the bed and frowned in disgust, "Hurry up and eat.

Don't pretend to be mature."

Charlotte had never been used to having the meals provided by the hospital.

Even if it was the VIP set meal, she just threw it aside in disgust after having a little, so she kept asking

the Matthews family to bring her food.

Katelyn had been making snide remarks about her, both explicitly and implicitly.

Charlotte took the meal from the servant, and the sight of Katelyn reminded her of Abigail, who had

died, which made her feel extraordinarily good.

"Yeah, I'm recovering fast, which is a good thing for my family. After all, I'm the heiress to the Matthews

family. What would happen to my family if something happens to me?"

As she stirred her fruit and vegetable salad, she raised her head and looked askance at Katelyn.

Katelyn unceremoniously rolled her eyes and said contemptuously, "Your mother is a mistress, and

you're a bitch. You can't get rid of the identity for the rest of your life. Even if you are in a high position

now, so what? What is not yours is not yours after all."

After saying that, Katelyn looked away, not even bothering to look at her, lest she gave herself a hard

time.

She looked at Katelyn, who looked as usual, and was confused.

Abigail disappeared for no reason and Katelyn was not anxious and unease at all?

There was something that she didn't always feel right.

Thinking of this, she gave Katelyn a cold look, "I am only injured and will be discharged soon, but your

child is more pitiful. After all, she leaves this world forever."

With the posture of a victor, she watched Katelyn's expression that was gradually changed from

calmness to panic.

"What did you say?!"

Katelyn walked towards her and grabbed her by the hospital gown, "Tell me clearly. What's wrong with

my daughter?"

"Do you have a problem with your ears?" Charlotte slapped her hand away in disgust, "I said, your

daughter, she will never be in this world because Abigail she, is dead!"

"Impossible! It's fake! You're lying! My daughter is alive and well. How could she die! You're lying to me.

Because you're jealous of her, you're cursing her!"

Katelyn was so emotional and angry that her fingers were trembling as she pointed at Charlotte.