Abigail’s Second Life

Simond noticed Abigail's sour mood and reassured her, "Don't worry about him. I'm always around."

Abigail shot him a look of disdain. "Simond, when can I leave? Sage can already walk and talk. It's unethical to keep us here."

"She still can't recall where she stashed the items, so you guys need to look after her for a bit. Starting today, you'll be learning some self-defense techniques and firearm handling with me," Simond stated before leaving.

Abigail had no interest in learning at all.

"I want to go back!" Abigail insisted.

"Just a little longer," Simond replied before leaving.

Now that all the children of the Simpson Family had returned, they dined together in a separate dining area.

Seated at the lengthy table were the three Simpson Family members, Abigail, Martin, and his son, with Stephen at the head.

Stephen Simpson was the current head of the Simpson Family.

The other was Spencer Simpson.

Spencer, known for his short fuse, grew displeased when his favorite food wasn't within reach. "Hey, lady, don't you know I love salt-baked prawns? Why is it so far away?"

Abigail held her tongue. As she was about to rise, Simond picked up the plate in front of him and handed it to Spencer. "If you like it, just say so. She's busy all day. How would she remember your preferences?"

"You pin after this girl every day. Are you really planning to marry her?" Spencer inquired as he savored the salt-baked prawns.

Simond chose not to respond.

salt-baked prawns? I've never tried it

plate and offered it to him. "You have a mild shellfish allergy, so

shellfish allergy was severe, but after taking

and remarked, "Not bad.

agreed. I'm not sure,"

if you leave? We're all hooked on your cooking, so aren't you responsible?!" "You don't have to

to arrange for him to marry

you referring to? If someone's really marrying her, count me

nonsense is this?" Stephen frowned and growled, "Don't meddle with

we supposed to be afraid of him?" Simon sat back down

guys need to keep up with international news more," Stephen

to take advantage not

about Sean, which in turn intensified her yearning for

Sean probably no longer desired

to be trifled with. Dad,

Stephen said sternly, not wanting to entertain further discussion. "If you have nothing

have an interest in her?"

eating her meal in solitude with no common ground for

for Simond, he observed Abigail

Quinn, why don't you stay here? It's quite

to come here, provided that you cover the chef's salary." Stephen nodded, not voicing any agreement. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ

lunch, Simond summoned Abigail to the training

reached a certain