Betrayed by Fiance, Embraced by Hidden Tycoon
Chapter 140: Talk To Sawyer’s Mother

Chapter 140: Talk To Sawyer’s Mother

"Oh, my dear son..." Hannah suddenly appeared on the screen. "Why didn’t you show us Abigail while we talked on this video call? Can we meet her now? She’s still there, right!?"

Abigail grew increasingly tense beside Sawyer, squeezing his hand tightly to signal him not to point his phone camera at her. She felt shy about appearing before his parents now.

"Of course, she was there. My father said they were still upstairs in Sawyer’s bedroom..." Walter Jones said to his wife.

Abigail was speechless.

Sawyer was still unable to express his surprise at hearing his grandfather mention Abigail to his father.

’Tsk! Grandpa!!’ He vents his frustration in his mind.

Sawyer couldn’t avoid it now. He slowly pointed his cellphone camera at Abigail and gently patted her hand to ease her nerves.

Abigail stiffly smiled at the camera, looking at Hannah, although her heart was about to explode. She was stunned when she saw a beautiful woman who looked strikingly similar to a photo she’d seen earlier.

She also saw a man beside Hannah who looked a lot like Sawyer. She often saw his face in business magazines or on the news. However, his resemblance to Sawyer only became apparent when he looked relaxed and casual, like now.

"H-Hello... Mr. Jones, Mrs. Jones..." Abigail greeted them shyly.

"Oh my God, Abigail. You are gorgeous, so pretty... No wonder Sawyer adores you so much," Hannah’s eyes beamed as she noticed the young woman sitting beside her son.

Abigail smiled, not knowing how to react to the excessive praise.

"I’m so happy to meet you, Abigail, even though we only connected over a video call," Hannah continued excitedly. "Oh dear, we should meet again when I return to Solteria."

"Yes, ma’am, I would certainly look forward to that," Abigail replied politely.

Hannah laughed when she heard Abigail seem nervous. "Abigail, please call me Hannah. Or, you can call me Mom just like Sawyer calls me..." She offered warmly.

Abigail tightened her grip on Sawyer’s hand, surprised to hear Hannah’s words. Before she could answer, Walter’s voice suddenly interrupted.

"Hannah, my darling wife, can I also see and talk to my daughter-in-law? Please..." Walter pleaded, trying to take his cell phone from his wife.

Walter still couldn’t believe the moment Abigail appeared on the screen. His wife had snatched his phone away before he had a chance to see or even speak to her.

"Oh, I’m sorry, Walter..." Hannah glanced at her husband. "You can speak to her now. Bye-bye, Abigail," she said, waving to Abigail as she returned Walter’s cell phone.

"Thank you, dear." Walter smiled at Hannah before looking at his cell phone screen. "Huh!? Where’s my daughter-in-law?" He was stunned to see only his son’s face on the screen.

"Abby can’t talk right now; she has to go to the restroom. We’re about to head home, Dad. You can meet and talk to her when we visit Grandpa’s house again," Sawyer said lazily.

"What? Why? I don’t believe this. Alright, I can wait..." Walter Jones felt lost. It didn’t seem right that he had called Sawyer using his phone, but he couldn’t see or talk to his daughter-in-law properly.

"We can’t wait. Abby is exhausted," Sawyer replied, glancing toward the restroom where Abigail had rushed after speaking to his mother.

"Sawyer, wait, son—"

"Alright, bye, Dad!" Sawyer interrupted before ending the video call, not allowing his father to say anything more. He stood from his seat and walked to the restroom to check on Abigail.

Leaning against the wall, Sawyer turned off his phone, worried his father might call him back.

After waiting a few more minutes, he heard no sounds from inside. A smile spread across his face, realizing that Abigail had only made an excuse to use the bathroom when his father was about to talk to her.

Sawyer chuckled.

’Abby must be nervous, right?’ Sawyer suddenly felt sympathy for her. She had met almost his entire family without a plan.

After a bit longer, Sawyer gently knocked on the bathroom door and asked, "Abby, are you done?" Instantly, the sound of a flush echoed from inside. He continued, "My dad already ended the video call. We can go home now, Abby..."

The bathroom door swung open, and Abigail stepped out. She appears calm, but her exhaustion clearly flashes in her eyes.

"Are you alright?" he asked, worried, looking at her exhausted gaze.

"Hmm, I am," Abigail replied, nodding. "But I’m so tired now. I want to go home and sleep." After spending time in the hospital meeting his grandparents, she felt worn out and didn’t have the energy to talk to his parents again.

"Let’s go home," Sawyer said, reaching out his hand and holding hers.

Abigail nodded and walked to the door together.

***

At eleven at night, they arrived at Abigail’s house on the rooftop.

Standing by the door, Abigail asked Sawyer, "Do you want to come over?" she offered.

Even though Sawyer wanted to spend the entire night with her, he could see that Abigail was already exhausted from everything that had happened since the previous day.

He shook his head slowly and declined her offer, wanting to give her the necessary privacy. And he wanted her to rest.

Gently smoothing her hair, he said, "You need to rest, Abby. I won’t bother you tonight. But I will come by for lunch with you tomorrow. How about that?"

Abigail nodded, feeling grateful that Sawyer understood her need for rest.

"Alright, go inside and get some sleep. It’s getting cold out here," he urged while opening the door for her. Just before Abigail entered, she tiptoed over and kissed him on the cheek.

Sawyer was stunned, feeling her cold, soft lips against his skin. Just as he was about to hug her and return the kiss, Abigail ran inside and closed the door behind her.

"Good night, Sawyer," she called out, giggling from behind the door.

"Good night, Abby. Please dream about me..." he chuckled when he heard her laughter.

Sawyer stood in front of her door for a moment, waiting until he saw the light in her bedroom turn on. Relieved she was inside, he left the rooftop and returned to the main section of his house.