Abigail’s Second Life

Luna's expression changed, her brow furrowing with discontent.

"I want you to know that I don't intend to harm you," Abigail reassured, busying herself with clearing the remnants on the tea table.

"Just when I finally have an appetite, you're telling me I can't eat too much..." Luna sighed, frustration evident in her voice.

"If you were consistently having proper meals, do you think I would stop you? Luna, I understand you're not feeling well, but it's crucial for you to maintain a healthy diet. Neglecting your body's needs could have consequences for your future, especially considering your disrupted sleep patterns," Abigail carefully arranged the snacks in the lower layer of the coffee table before rising and making her way to the kitchen.

Luna frowned, watching the television with a displeased expression. After a while, she turned it off.

While Abigail was sulking in the kitchen, she heard Luna slam her bedroom door shut.

At that moment, it felt as if Abigail's emotional defenses had crumbled.

She let out a sigh of frustration, tears welling up in her eyes. She truly wanted to cry and tell Luna that she was also exhausted, but she knew she had no right to do so.

Luna behaves this way because of me. If Vincent hadn't taken Luna to the Golden Triangle, she wouldn't be in this situation. What right do I have to complain to Luna?

preparing the meal, Abigail knocked on

Luna's room remained silent.

There's something at the company that I need to attend

take your medication. I've also found a nanny to take care of your daily needs, so you don't have to worry about meals or cleanliness," Abigail finished, then turned to go to

Simond had mentioned, Luna didn't appreciate anything she was doing

illness, she

her door. She stood in the

guilty and remorseful. I've been taking care of you for so long, hoping that you would get better, but... Have you ever thought about moving forward?" Abigail asked

Luna was taken aback.

else take care of you for a while," Abigail finished, then lowered her head to eat. "Do you think that what I'm doing is hurting you? Do you think that because you've done all this for me, I should strive to get better, to live?" Luna walked over to her and continued to question. "Luna, how many times have I told

at her, her lips trembling

it's right to ignore me even when I've called you over a dozen times to stop eating snacks? If you're doing

you please not leave?" Luna

that I conceal the fact that you are expecting a baby, register the baby under my name, and keep it a secret from

then let's find someone who can help. I feel guilty and remorseful. I believe that my actions have had an impact on you, which only strengthens