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 buy groceries." Abigail didn't want too much interaction with him, whether he was good

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

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selected expensive ingredients, and Mr. Horton helped her

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felt she had said too much and immediately

time, you can tell me. I go to the

trouble for you." Abigail

but she could put

delivered every day, never keeping leftovers,

Abigail thanked him again.

purchasing the groceries and returning home,

with Mr. Horton had helped alleviate

to find Luna reclining on the couch, resting. She suspected that Luna had probably not slept well the previous

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