Upon hearing what Jerry just said to her, Abigail sat quietly. She didn't move for a few seconds. She was just thinking, trying to make sense of everything.
Now, things were a little clearer to her. She understood something big was going on—something deep. A family power struggle.
Without being told, she could feel it. She could tell Jerry was going head-to-head with his own father. And from the way Jerry talked, it wasn't just a fight… it was personal.
Abigail's heart felt heavy.
This kind of thing—fighting your own blood—it was not small. And to her, it didn't sit well. She didn't like family fights. It scared her a bit.
But who was she to interfere? This was not her battle. She didn't even know the full story yet. She was just hearing pieces.
Still…She looked at Jerry. Looked into his eyes.
This man had done so much for her. More than she expected. More than she ever thought anyone would.
