Chapter 193: I’ll Take Care Of You
Abigail’s transfer was arranged quickly without any delay. Owen knew that the old woman was dangerous, and thus, he didn’t want to waste any more time in this ordeal.
She remained silent throughout the time so much that it troubled Owen. Even though he knew she couldn’t speak anymore he had at least expected her to look at him with a trace of hope in her eyes.
But her eyes looked empty as if he were looking at someone who had given up on living ever again. His heart sank upon seeing this as he glanced at the woman sitting beside him in the car and averted his eyes.
Right now, they were headed to the main office of his private firm that he had created to help criminals with mental issues. Of course, he didn’t intend to go there anymore, but for the sake of Rosa, he decided to go in that direction for a while and take a longcut down his village.
Then, he would explain to Abigail after they reached the place.
Since her condition was critical, the doctors had him pack away everything that was needed to cater to her basic medical needs. Honestly, according to the doctors there, Abigail had gotten all the emergency treatment that she needed up until now.
She only needed proper care and love to heal her both emotionally and physically. Owen thought of the village home and felt that he had indeed made a good choice.
It took them a few hours by road to reach their destination. Throughout the time, Abigail continued to stare outside the window without reacting much as she looked dull and lifeless. Her entire aura was filled with traces of depression as she refused to even spare Owen a single glance.
In any case, since she could talk, she wouldn’t even bother trying to explain her situation. No one wanted her alive anyway. So what was the point in pretending?
Once there was a chance, she would rather try to kill herself than force herself to live bitterly like this.
Owen turned around to face her only to find the saddest and most depressed emotion plastered on her face. His entire body froze.
He had seen Abigail depressed before when she had come to him for the first time. He even had memories of Silas in which this woman was sad and depressed, but this was a limit that she crossed.
He had never seen her like this, even including those memories.
His brows furrowed as he looked at her in worry. After hesitating for a while, he said, "Abigail, I didn’t take you to my private settlement. I don’t think you are the one to kill Nicholas in a fit of anger. I know who did it."
He had thought that the woman would react, but she still remained cold and detached, staring outside the window with traces of tears in her eyes.
He could see her hands trembling as his eyes softened. He held her shoulder and said, "Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you. Just stay with it for a while, okay? I’ll keep you safe."
Even though Abigail said nothing, her depressed aura reduced a little, but only a little. It could be said that Nicholas’s death had forced her into the corner both emotionally and mentally to the point that she couldn’t feel anything aside from depression.
He hesitated again and finally said, "Actually.... I have always felt that your novel of yours is a bit familiar to me. Not just me, but even Asher and Nicholas. They both felt familiar with that novel and they both had several dreams during the night related to that novel from.... From Silas’s perspective."
This time, Abigail’s body froze as she sharply turned toward him. Her eyes were filled with shock as she looked at him. She opened her mouth as if trying to speak, but when she figured after a while of trying that she couldn’t make out any traces of voices, she closed her mouth as a look of anxiety appeared on her face.
He restlessly looked at him and then looked down at her lap as if trying to lift her hand, but her hands only lifted a little before falling to the ground.
Owen held her hand and said, "I know what you want to ask. I’ll tell you later."
He didn’t want to reveal his secret and his assumptions about himself and Silas, Nicholas, Asher, and Rebecca/Rosa to the driver. He wanted to head over to their private place before assuming this conversation.
Abigail, however, shook her head as she repeatedly opened her mouth and closed it as if trying to say something desperately but she couldn’t.
Owen sighed and patted her hand gently before pushing the door. He walked out and brought out the wheelchair he had packed behind and carried Abigail in his arms before placing her gently on the chair. Then he started dragging her toward the village road, deeper into the woods.
As they walked, the driver also came along with a bunch of bags and other medical items. The three of them were silent throughout the way as they walked. Soon enough, a village started to appear.
At first, the driver had wanted to bring the car inside, but the road was so narrow through the woods that he had to resort to walking on foot. Owen walked ahead with a wheelchair in his hand.
In the front gate of the village, the village chief stood and welcomed them warmly, opening the gate for them. "Welcome back son."
Owen nodded as he smiled, but he didn’t say anything else and continued onward. It didn’t take much time for them to reach his house as he saw the driver off and finally, upon closing the door, he turned toward Abigail and said, "You wanted to ask how I know about it?"
Abigail nodded. By this time, she had calmed down a long while ago. She looked up at him with a hint of expectation in her eyes.
Even though she was still depressed, that kind of glance made her look like she was slowly coming to life again.
Owen’s eyes softened as he stared at her and bent over. He held the arms of the wheelchair and leaned forward, saying, "It’s because... I have all the memories of Asher, Nicholas, and Silas. Do you know what that means?"
Abigail’s eyes widened frozen in her place. She couldn’t react in time as she looked at him.
