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 before," Stephen

and offered it to him. "You have a mild

was severe, but after taking Martin's medication, it

sampled a piece and remarked, "Not bad. Simond mentioned you might be leaving next

agreed. I'm not sure," Abigail replied, resuming her

promptly stood up and demanded, "You're leaving? What will we do if you leave? We're all hooked on your cooking, so aren't

"Dad, you need to arrange

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

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

Sean? He blew through 400 million in cash. Are we supposed to be

guys need to keep up with international news more," Stephen remarked calmly. "400 million means nothing to

to take advantage not only

the conversation about Sean, which in turn intensified her yearning

probably no

with a smirk. "Sean is not to be trifled with. Dad, if he disrupts our plans, won't

not wanting to entertain further discussion. "If you have nothing constructive to say, you may

still have an interest in

her meal in solitude with

Simond, he observed

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lunch, Simond summoned Abigail

you will train here every day. Once you have reached a