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.

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to my yard?" Mr. Horton

Abigail didn't want too much interaction

to the supermarket too. Let's

refuse and could only agree with

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 sick. They were all arrested. Ordinary people like

click her tongue. Nowadays, people would do anything for

when you

him

expensive ingredients,

fresh ones, go to the market. These are all frozen. No matter how carefully you choose, they've been stored for a long time," he whispered to

she felt she had said too

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

too much trouble for you." Abigail

not be the best, but she could put more thought

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.

groceries and returning home, she

with Mr. Horton had helped alleviate her inner

to find Luna reclining on the couch, resting.

and fruits on the coffee table and went into