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.

smiled. "Hello, Mr. Horton." Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to

to come to my yard?" Mr.

I need to go to the supermarket to buy groceries." Abigail didn't want too much interaction with him, whether he was good

too. Let's go together." Mr.

and could only

introduced her 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 radioactive stones, which made many people

click her tongue. Nowadays, people would do

when you get home," Mr. Horton said,

thanked him for the

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

carefully you choose, they've been stored for a long time,"

she felt she had said

Horton said, "If you need something next time, you can tell me. I go to the market at six o'clock every morning when I jog. The produce there is very

trouble for you."

be the best, but she could put more

she had to consider so much, she would have to be like Sean's family, having the best ingredients delivered every day, never keeping leftovers, and being meticulous about everything. "It's no trouble at all," Mr. Horton said with a

Abigail thanked him again.

and returning home, she

Horton had helped alleviate her

groceries and snacks back home to find Luna reclining on the couch, resting. She suspected that

coffee table and went into the kitchen to