Though paralyzed, still radiantly charming!

Chapter 113: It was just a misunderstanding

In a cozy corner of a café near the hospital.

Abigaile was dressed in a pink batwing shirt and capri pants, her makeup flawless, looking like a cute 17-year-old high school girl straight out of a fashion magazine.

From the moment she sat down, she kept stealing glances at Ethan next to her.

The last time Abigaile dressed up in cosplay, revealing the black stockings underneath, it failed to catch Ethan’s attention. She pondered over it and concluded that her celebrity status might be giving Ethan, an 18-year-old boy, a sense of distance.

This time, she deliberately went for a more youthful look.

“Thanks, Abigaile,” Ethan said, his eyes lighting up with admiration when he saw her. It was undeniable,her innocent beauty had rightfully earned her fame.

Unfortunately, he preferred mature, sexy women. With his aunt as a reference for that kind of allure, Abigaile didn’t quite spark his interest.

“You’re still calling me Abigaile? Just call me Abby, that’s what my friends call me,” Abigaile said, casually adding a hint of flirtation to their conversation.

“Ah, sure, Abby,” Ethan responded, not paying much attention. He thought to himself how genuinely nice she was—not only had she lent him money enthusiastically, but she was also eager to help. Now, meeting again, she didn’t even bring up the loan.

Abigaile noticed the flash of admiration in his eyes and felt a surge of pride.

With her looks, changing her style with every meeting to provide a fresh surprise, few men could resist her charm.

“Abby, when is Mr. Felix from the courthouse supposed to arrive?” Ethan asked, finding himself more and more fond of Abigaile.

She really was an angel.

He had now figured out the twisted dynamics of the Morgan family. The father wanted a divorce without giving his wife any money, a goal not easily achieved.

Ethan planned to first consult a lawyer about the feasibility.

If Blair were to handle it, not only would it waste time, but finding a good lawyer would also be tough.

And Abigaile, being a celebrity—even from the adult film industry—had her connections.

Surprisingly, she had managed to bring in a friend from the courthouse.

Pretending to check her phone, Abigaile said, “Ah, looks like there’s a traffic jam. He should be here soon.”

She had deliberately told Felix to come half an hour later, giving her time to keep Ethan’s attention on her.

From the moment she sat down, she noticed how Ethan looked at her and felt secretly pleased.

Winning a man’s favor was a classic move—showing her value, not just being a pretty face.

Abigaile sneaked a peek at Ethan, observing his somewhat youthful cheeks.

She instinctively turned her head away, a flash of embarrassment crossing her face as she applied these tactics to this barely adult boy.

Abigaile did have a sense of shame.

Ethan also noticed the subtle change in her expression and was curious why this girl was so nice to him.

Lending him money, helping him find connections.

Could she possibly like him?

The thought barely crossed his mind before Ethan dismissed it. Abigaile was a minor celebrity, surrounded by handsome men in the entertainment industry.

It surely couldn’t be because of his 10-inch “Pecker,” could it?

Abigaile lifted her fruity drink to her lips and casually asked, “So, Ethan, do you have a girl you like?”

“Eh?” Ethan looked at her, puzzled by the sudden shift to romantic topics. “Yeah, I do.”

“Oh~” Abigaile turned her head, her big eyes blinking curiously. “What’s it like to have a crush on someone? I started my career right after high school, and you know how complicated people in the entertainment industry can be. I’ve always been on guard. Now, here I am at 23, and I’ve never really had that feeling of liking someone.”

She sighed dramatically, her eyes filled with a wistful longing. “It’s such a regret, you know? I really want to experience what dating is like, but I’m scared to date someone from the industry, and I don’t really meet people outside of it. Isn’t that strange?”

She sneaked a glance at Ethan’s expression after her spiel.

First, she clarified that although she was in the entertainment industry, she was more of an innocent type, then she expressed a strong desire to date someone outside her usual circles.

She was hinting that Ethan might just fit her criteria for a romantic interest.

“Uh,” Ethan hesitated, meeting her large, expectant eyes.

“I guess wanting to date is pretty normal.”

“Really? I’ll let you in on a secret—I’ve actually been considering a guy for dating,” Abigaile watched his reaction closely.

Ethan’s expression turned awkward. What was with that intense gaze? She couldn’t possibly be about to confess her feelings for him.

Could she actually be interested in him for his 10-inch “Pecker”?

“Hehe,” Abigaile giggled, batting her eyelashes playfully. “It’s Mr. Felix. He’s expressed his feelings for me several times. You’ll help me check him out when he arrives, won’t you?”

“Oh, sure,” Ethan turned away, his face flushing with embarrassment. Mr. Felix was the friend Abigaile had recommended.

Before coming, he had briefly mentioned Felix’s resume—graduated from a prestigious university’s law school, currently working at a local courthouse, and potentially on track to become a judge.

For a moment, he really thought Abigaile was about to confess her feelings for him.

It was just a misunderstanding.

Abigaile noticed his embarrassed expression and barely suppressed a laugh, relieved to have let him know she had other admirers. It was important for her to show that she was also sought after.

Just then, the café door opened, and a man in his thirties walked in. His hair was meticulously styled, he wore silver glasses, and his smile was genuinely pleasant.

Ethan instinctively compared him to others, recognizing him as what people might call a “catch.”

“Over here!” Abigaile waved.

Felix smiled as he approached and sat down across from them, extending his hand. “Hello, you must be Mr. Ethan. I’m Felix Adams. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Ah, hello.” Ethan shook his hand lightly.

“Felix, Ethan is a very important friend of mine. I’ve been singing your praises to him,” Abigaile chuckled.

“Hmm, I’ve just handled a lot of marriage law cases, that’s all,” Felix replied modestly. “Actually, divorce cases make up about 40% of all cases in the courthouse.”

“Let me explain the situation,” Abigaile took the lead. “Ethan, feel free to correct me if I miss anything.”

She recounted the situation of the Morgan family as she had heard from Ethan.

Felix listened intently, asking for details occasionally.

Ethan, while ensuring privacy, provided as much information as he could.

He was impressed with Felix’s first impression—humble, polite, and very serious, showing no hostility towards him sitting next to Abigaile.

“I understand the situation now,” Felix pondered. “Our laws tend to protect the women in the family. Since the husband has no parents, even if the wife’s infidelity is proven, she would still be entitled to at least 30% to 40% of the marital assets.”

“What circumstances would allow for the wife not to receive any inheritance?” Ethan asked further.

“As long as they are married, she is entitled to the inheritance,” Felix explained. “Only if the husband dies after they’ve voluntarily divorced, and the wife agrees to leave without any assets, would there be a possibility that she doesn’t get a share of the inheritance.”