Abigail’s Second Life

Chapter 383

Chapter 384 Crippled Drawing Hand

During the meal, Abigail realized that Maisy had never once looked away from her.

Honestly speaking, it was making her feel embarrassed.

"Did you design the dress you're wearing?" Maisy gently asked just as the meal was coming to a

close.

"Yes." Abigail nodded.

Her dress was made of a very comfortable fabric in a neutral color and was covered in highly detailed and realistic embroidery. It was a variation of the classic princess line.

A flash of sorrow appeared on Maisy's face. "I should have asked you to sell me the dress no matter what back then. Your designs are beautiful

Abigail did not know if that was just flattery, but she still smiled in response. "Thank you."

"Let me escort you to the car, Grandmother," Eric chimed in.

"Okay," Maisy dotingly said.

It was clear he was afraid Maisy would upset Abigail. It seemed he would be a man who did everything his wife asked in the future.

The moment the two of them left, Abigail let out a loud sigh of relief.

As Eric escorted Maisy out of the hotel, she suddenly asked, "If you like her that much, why did you tell Josh you would be getting engaged to the Pearsons' daughter?"

I don't want to drag her down." Eric could not tell Maisy about what happened with Kelly. After all, Kelly was the daughter the Pearsons searched high and low for. He was certain that Maisy would stand on the

the Pearsons have the wrong girl?"

Abigail, she knew Abigail was Scarlett's daughter. There

was Scarlett's daughter. That way, there was no need for all this trouble. "She's a calm and composed

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a shame. Why couldn't

mood

hard. You've gone on parkour shows, right? The parkour track we have for you is rather

with a blank

parkour, she breathed a sigh of

when they arrived at the location,

was fully inflated obstacles in the past. Unfortunately, all of that had been replaced with equipment covered

was very soft

worry. For your safety, we'll even have you suspended on cables. We won't make it that hard for you to lose your balance," Tristan calmly stated. Abigail and Miranda were forced to race each other. The loser would

stepped on the cylindrical bridge, she

oil on the

that caused a wave of icy water

her right arm was stretched out and tightly held up in the air by the cables. Waves of agony shot up her arm, causing her

Miranda was sprawled out on the cylindrical

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while her right hand was being

off!" Eric shouted as he rushed in

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he stood there and watched for a few long minutes. before eventually calling for someone to get Abigail

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