Abigail’s Second Life

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Chapter 285 Are You Putting on a Show?

Abigail held her phone, tears welling up in her eyes.

She knew that one day, her grandmother, like her grandfather, would leave her due to old age. However, when her grandmother said these words, she couldn't help but feel overwhelmingly sad.

"I know, Grandma." Abigail's voice was subdued, but she was no longer as panicked as before.

She realized that she had overreacted because of Chad and had forgotten that her grandmother had lived several decades longer than she had.

"I'll be back as soon as I get my business done," Analise mentioned before hanging up the phone.

Her indifference left Abigail feeling flustered, and she sniffled while holding her phone, suppressing her tears.

Sitting on the couch, Abigail unfolded the letter and stared blankly at it.

What important business could Grandma have?

After a while, she folded the letter and stood up.

Even if Analise didn't want her to interfere, Abigail couldn't just sit at home and wait for her

return.

news that Abigail's grandmother was

He had

somewhat reassured about Abigail's grandmother's "Why would Old Mrs. Quinn go to Capitalis? Chad's threat is no longer valid, and we've had the police

actions.

was indiscernible under the dimly lit

ticket machine at the train station with furrowed brows, watching as Abigail was escorted out by station security and then re-entered to

been arguing with security here for half an hour, trying to find

last time she was escorted out, the security guard had gone from exasperation to anger. "If you come in again, I'm going to call the

some time. Then, she turned around, sat on the steps,

Sean approached her.

her, sighed helplessly, and asked, "If there's really no

eyes were red, and they were

she lowered her head again, clutching her knees with her hands. "It's not a big deal. I don't think

your stubbornness, but what's the point of being so

Abigail remained silent.

managed to handle everything on her own without relying on anyone.

helplessness was

her pants, her

crouched down in front of her, taking note of her striking yet cold facial features. "Since you've chosen to treat me like an ordinary person, you should also ask me for help when

you face

at him. "Who's putting on a show for you? Since our divorce, I've made

I want to, and

Sean raised