All Chapters of SURROGATE TO MY BEST FRIEND'S HUSBAND: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

“What do you mean?” Mark stared at Abigail, his brows drawing together sharply.“I know I owe you and Lily a great deal. And I know I’m being shameless by saying this. But, sir… I don’t think any of this was right from the beginning. I can’t go through with it anymore. Wouldn’t it be better if we just called it off?”“I’ll return all the payment I still have left. As for the money I’ve already spent, I promise I’ll pay it back little by little. Please… let me repay it in installments,” Abigail pleaded.Mark should have felt relieved—or perhaps even satisfied—hearing those words.Yet for some inexplicable reason, all he felt was a surge of resistance.“You mean you intend to cancel our agreement unilaterally?” Mark asked, his voice turning cold enough to make Abigail panic.“I-I…”“And what about

“Are you all right?”Ian went straight to Abigail the moment he returned from the mall. Even while accompanying Diana, Margareth, and Amora around the mall, he hadn’t been able to shake his worry about Abigail’s condition.Abigail offered him a faint smile and nodded. “I’m fine. Thank you so much for looking after Amora,” she said politely.The distant politeness immediately made Ian frown.Abigail seemed to have erected a wall between them. He had felt that their relationship had grown much closer and more comfortable lately. But now, she was deliberately pulling away and putting that distance between them again.Ian fell into thought.The sudden change in her attitude was most likely because of Mark.Damn it. What exactly did that man say to her at the hospital? Ian wondered irritably.“I’m glad you’re all right. Don’t worry about Amora. She’s such a sweet and well-behaved girl. I really enjoyed spending time with her,” Ian said sincerely.“Ian!”A loud voice came from outside the h

Abigail stood frozen, her head immediately bowing as she tried to hide the flush spreading across her cheeks.“Stop teasing her, Ian!” Diana scolded, swatting her only son on the shoulder. “Abigail isn’t like your ex-girlfriends, who were so easily charmed by you.”She shot him an irritated look before turning to Abigail, her expression softening with regret as she silently apologized for her son’s behavior.Dinner passed in a warm and pleasant atmosphere. Afterward, they returned to Nora’s residence, with Paris repeatedly making sure Abigail kept her promise to help design her daughter’s wedding gown.Over the next few weeks, Abigail’s life gradually settled back into its usual rhythm. Ian, Diana, and Margareth had already returned to the city to attend to their respective work. Abigail, meanwhile, went about her days as she always did—taking care of the house, working at Mrs. Maddock’s shop, accepting cake orders from Nora’s acquaintances, and diligently preparing sketches for Paris

“That’s a gift for you,” Elizabeth said lightly.The exquisite jewelry set consisted of a necklace, a pair of earrings, a ring, a bracelet, and a brooch, all crafted from eighteen-karat gold. The design featured classic floral motifs adorned with natural diamonds in brilliant and marquise cuts, with an elegant peach-pink pear-shaped morganite serving as the centerpiece of each piece.The motifs flowed seamlessly from one piece to another, creating a cohesive and timeless collection. Abigail knew enough about jewelry to understand that a set like this had to be worth an extraordinary fortune.“The original purchase certificate is with Maggie. I’ll ask her for it later,” Elizabeth added casually.“Mrs.—”“Call me Eli. Or you can call me Granny,” Elizabeth interrupted gently.“Granny... I really can’t accept this.” Abigail pushed the velvet box back into Elizabeth’s hands. “This jewelry is far too valuable. Nora has already done more than enough for me by giving me a place to stay and a

“What are you doing here? Dinner is still hours away,” Diana asked, looking at her son in confusion.Ian was friendly and sociable by nature, but he always avoided corporate events and high-society gatherings, even when his parents repeatedly urged him to attend. That was one reason the public knew so little about him as the sole heir to the Stormborn family.The only invitations he was always willing to accept were those personally extended by Margareth. The last one he had attended had been seven years ago, before he chose to travel abroad following a devastating heartbreak.“I just wasn’t sure where else to go,” Ian answered casually. “I figured I could help out here, maybe put up some decorations. But apparently, the professionals have already taken care of everything.”He said it with a mischievous grin.Diana merely rolled her eyes.“Where’s my little girl?” Ian asked, turning his attention to Abigail.“She’s in her room,” Margareth replied, pointing toward Amora’s bedroom door.