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.

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

to my yard?"

go to the supermarket to buy groceries." Abigail didn't want too much interaction

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

refuse and could only agree with

walked, Mr. Horton 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

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

them when you get home," Mr. Horton

him

expensive ingredients, and Mr.

are all frozen. No matter how carefully you choose, they've been stored for

this, she felt she had said too

me. I go to the market at six o'clock every morning

much trouble for you." Abigail immediately waved her

be the best, but

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

Abigail thanked him again.

the groceries and returning home,

chatting with Mr. Horton had helped

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

snacks and fruits on the coffee table and went into the