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 come to my

to buy groceries." Abigail didn't want

too. Let's go together." Mr. Horton was incredibly

refuse and could only agree

they 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 ago, I heard that someone was selling radioactive stones, which made

tongue. Nowadays, people would do

when you get home," Mr.

thanked him for the

supermarket, she selected expensive ingredients, and

stored for a long time," he whispered to Abigail after the shopkeeper left. She

felt she had said

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

for

be the best, but

like Sean's family, having the best ingredients delivered every day,

Abigail thanked him again.

groceries and returning home, she

with Mr. Horton had helped alleviate her

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

coffee table and went into the kitchen to