Chapter 78

Abigail didn't answer my question. Instead, she looked at me and said, "There's a gala, and they specifically required your attendance. So, you need to come with me." Her tone left no room for refusal, sounding almost like a command. I met her gaze calmly, a faint smile on my lips as I retorted, "Are you ordering me?" Abigail laughed lightly. "I'm seeking your opinion." Before I could respond, she fixed her intense gaze on me and added softly, "If you don't want to, that's fine; it's your choice. But… If you want to achieve certain goals, you'll have to pay a price." Her words were indirect, yet the meaning was crystal clear—if I didn't help her, she wouldn't be so quick to agree to the divorce. Taking a deep breath, I coldly replied, "I can agree, but you need to meet one of my requests in return." Abigail seemed taken aback by my response. Her expression was haughty as she scrutinized me, her eyes filled with contempt, as if I were nothing more than a ridiculous clown prancing