Abigail’s Second Life

Zack knew that Simond always had suspicions about people's malicious intentions.

And most of the time, his suspicions were accurate.

Human nature, often fragile, couldn't withstand the trials of hardship and the allure of fame and fortune.

"That's also a possibility. She relies on Abigail but doesn't treat her well. She allows her negative emotions to affect Abigail and never considers what's best for her. This is inconsistent with her previous behavior." Zack never denied Simond's suspicions.

"If Luna is on the enemy's side, what Abigail is doing now may be meaningless. Perhaps revenge is not as complicated as we think." Simond narrowed his eyes, his expression cold. "Wouldn't it be a success if everyone is miserable?"

"I just hope Ms. Quinn's perseverance pays off." Zack still believed in Abigail's determination.

Simond let out a mocking laugh. "If perseverance alone guaranteed success, then everyone who persists would succeed. We need to be prepared. Once Luna is no longer useful, we must immediately remove Abigail from her. We can't waste any more time on a sick person."

"Yes," Zack immediately responded.

When Abigail went out alone to buy groceries, she didn't head straight to the supermarket. Instead, she stood at the entrance, her gaze unfocused as she drifted off.

She needed a moment to quietly release her inner frustration.

Abigail wasn't blaming Luna for making her feel bad; she simply felt as if a heavy weight was pressing down on her chest, making it difficult to breathe.

"Hey... aren't you Alana?" Mr. Horton's voice suddenly rang out beside her.

turned to look at him and immediately smiled. "Hello, Mr. Horton." Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to

seem upset. Do you want to come to my yard?" Mr. Horton could sense what

Abigail didn't want too much interaction

the supermarket too. Let's go together." Mr. Horton was

and could only

to the local customs of Saraville. Suddenly, he said, "You shouldn't frequent those antique streets. The items there are all fake. A few years ago, I heard that someone was selling

for fun?" Abigail couldn't help but click her tongue. Nowadays, people would do anything for money, even at the cost

you get home," Mr. Horton said, hunching

him for

supermarket, she selected expensive ingredients, and Mr. Horton helped

No matter how carefully you choose, they've been stored for a long time,"

she felt she had said too much and immediately fell

"If you need something next time, you can tell me. I go to the market at six o'clock every morning when I

be too much trouble for you." Abigail

the best, but she

so much, she would have to be like Sean's family, having the best ingredients delivered every

Abigail thanked him again.

and returning home, she felt

chatting with Mr. Horton had

find Luna reclining on the couch,

on the coffee table and went