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.

never tried it before," Stephen

and offered it to him. "You

severe, but

bad. Simond mentioned you might be leaving next

I'm not sure,"

and demanded, "You're leaving? What will we do if you leave? We're

"Dad, you need to arrange for him to

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

this?" Stephen frowned and growled, "Don't

wrong with Sean? He blew through 400 million in cash. Are we supposed to be afraid of him?" Simon sat back down

keep up with international news more," Stephen remarked calmly. "400

to take advantage not only failed but also suffered

couldn't help but eavesdrop on the conversation about

knew Sean probably no longer

be trifled with. Dad, if he disrupts our plans, won't he be out of the

further discussion. "If

Sean still have an interest

eating her meal in solitude with no common ground for

Simond, he observed Abigail

stay here? It's quite lovely," Stephen offered

here, provided that you cover the chef's salary." Stephen nodded, not voicing any agreement. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ

Simond summoned Abigail to

here every day. Once you have reached a certain level, I will send you out,"