Abigail’s Second Life

"Thank you for your love, darling," Abigail's voice dripped with affection as she expressed her gratitude.

Sean chuckled warmly. "There's no one else I'd rather show kindness to than my darling."

After bidding goodbye on the phone, Abigail decided to pay a visit to the hospital.

Outside the intensive care unit, an elderly couple were engaged in a whispered conversation.

As Abigail approached, she couldn't help but overhear snippets of their discussion.

"Have you confirmed if it was her employer who caused this? If so, I'll go have a word with her this afternoon. We'll demand 300 thousand, and then we'll finally have enough for Damon's down payment," the woman murmured urgently.

"I've done some research. It's all over the internet," the middle-aged man stated grimly, his voice low but firm. "But 300 thousand won't even scratch the surface. That woman is practically rolling in money, constantly in the spotlight, and she's running not just one but two companies!"

After a moment of contemplation, he continued with a steely resolve, "We need to set our sights much higher. Let's aim for at least 600 thousand."

"Agreed, 600 thousand it is!" the woman affirmed, her determination evident.

The conversation between the duo left Abigail feeling uneasy, and she felt a knot forming in her stomach.

It was often said that children inherited more than just physical traits from their parents. With the kind of influence and upbringing provided by parents like these, it was hardly surprising that Danielle's path in life mirrored theirs so closely.

Abigail approached the couple cautiously. "600 thousand?" she interjected softly.

Startled, the couple turned to face her, their expressions shifting from cautious to hostile in an instant.

"You're her employer, aren't you? My daughter's life is in shambles because of you, and yet you have the nerve to come to the hospital?!" Bella seized Abigail's arm. She tightened her grip and shouted at the top of her lungs.

owe my daughter restitution! Who granted you the authority to mistreat her? Do you comprehend the hardships she endured to gain admission to

you wish to quarrel, take it elsewhere!" The abrupt intrusion of the doctor and his booming

inquired anxiously, her gaze fixed on the

consciousness within the next 48 hours, our options become limited," the doctor replied calmly before turning to depart. "You're accountable

every single day, carrying a photograph of my lifeless daughter!" Abigail would never compromise when it

parents genuinely loved her, negotiations

midst of the struggle between the three parties, Cindy hurried over and witnessed Danielle's parents pulling Abigail. She quickly intervened, pushing them away, and exclaimed, "What on

Hence, creating a barrier between Abigail

out of the hospital

she turned to Abigail to express her remorse. "I'm

soft and forgiving tone, "I don't hold

another example of the burdensome responsibility often borne by idols, who find themselves footing the bill for the

of her career,

the adoration of a

fanbase, reaping substantial

the surface was a nagging concern that such fervent adulation might one day backfire. A fear that, unfortunately,

company headquarters, but instead of

the skyscraper it was today, accommodating thousands of people. At its peak, it brought in millions of sales

time, it bloomed to

let out a soft, contemplative sigh, her head bowed in reflection. Little did she realize Flower Meadow's fortunes had gradually shifted onto the shoulders of L.Moon. Danielle's struggle was brief as the hospital swiftly

of before now echoed with

overwhelm her. Instead, she embraced it

office, looking clearly flustered. Yet, upon seeing Abigail's composed demeanor, he found himself

peace with it," he remarked as he settled onto a chair by the