Abigail’s Second Life

Chapter 159

Chapter 159 Mrs Graham Hopped on a Plane and Left

On his way to the hospital, Sean called Cameron to check on the license plate of the car that Abigail hopped on. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

On the other hand, Abigail arrived at the Elysian Garden Hotel just as Luna asked her assistant to send Abigail's belongings over.

"Abigail, Luna's busy with a client at the moment and asked me to send these to you. Are you alright?" The assistant had a concerned expression on her face.

Abigail looked totally disheveled. Even though she usually dressed down, she was never in this state -barefoot with wrinkled clothes and matted hair.

"I'm fine. I got wet. You may return if you have work. I'll be heading to Ragos after I'm done

cleaning up. So, I don't need you here." Abigail pulled her luggage to a wider space.

The assistant watched as she opened up her luggage and took out a change of clothes.

"T'll

go get you some food before I leave, so you can eat before boarding the plane," the assistant said and exited her room.

So, after her shower, Abigail came out to find a pack of ravioli on the table that the assistant had left before leaving.

After finishing the food, she headed to the airport, where Eric was waiting for her.

"Miss Quinn, I wanted to ask.

since he had

"Your cousin's family is that

what to say as he could feel her aversion in her smile., but

when the plane was ready.

out that it was Eric

frown.

whispered, "Mrs. Graham's plane has

later to care for her." Fatigue crawled

home was supposed to be a happy thing, but things turned out for the worse. Sean stared at Joan, who was lying on the bed, as he began to look back at the past three years he

his head disapprovingly at Abigail. "You're lucky Eric was there. If not, you would

expect a nap to turn into something so big." Abigail's voice was

"Go get ready.

As a girl who grew up in Pendorf, Abigail suffered from frostbite on her hands and

weather.

itch. Finding it hard to sleep with the itch, Abigail

Eric saw

and asked, "Why

a good shot? Why are your hands in the snow?" Eric smiled

actions.

him her hands. "I was born and

My hands and legs are covered in frostbite. It's so itchy that no cream is

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