Chapter 1590

With that, Abraham shoved the money into Lincoln's hands and turned around, smiling as he left with his colleagues. Lincoln stood there with the few bills in his hands and frowned slightly, reflecting his confusion. Why would his mother lie? In no way did this person seem as amiable as she had claimed. In the distance, Chandler sat in the car and gazed at Lincoln's tiny body with a complex glimmer in his dark eyes. He wondered how much longer it would be until he was able to meet Helen. 15 minutes later, Abraham hurried to the coffee shop and sat down opposite of Lincoln with a dark expression. The former wore a look of disdain, whereas the latter was expressionless, as if he was no longer expectant. "Mister, what would you like to order?" A waiter went up to ask Abraham. "No, I'm just sitting for a while and will leave soon." Abraham waved dismissively. Once the waiter left, Abraham showed his true colors and asked Lincoln with an accusing tone, "Did your mother send you to loo