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.

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

quarrel, take it elsewhere!" The abrupt intrusion of the doctor and

inquired anxiously, her gaze fixed on the

She remains in a state of shock, and unless she regains consciousness within the next 48 hours, our options become limited," the doctor replied calmly before turning to depart. "You're accountable for my daughter's plight!"

every single day, carrying a photograph of my lifeless daughter!" Abigail would never compromise when it came to trading their daughter's life for

negotiations

Danielle's parents pulling Abigail. She quickly intervened, pushing them away, and exclaimed, "What on earth do you think you're doing? If you're after money, you'll have to wait until

vigilant bodyguard promptly sprang into action. Hence, creating a barrier between

then led out of the hospital by

Abigail to express her remorse.

soft

served as yet another example of the burdensome responsibility often borne by idols, who find themselves footing the bill for the actions of overzealous

heyday of her career,

adoration of a

fanbase, reaping substantial

rewards from her soaring popularity. However, lurking beneath the surface was a nagging concern that such fervent adulation might one day backfire. A fear that, unfortunately, materialized sooner than

to the company headquarters, but instead of immediately entering, she paused at the entrance

studio, it had transformed into the skyscraper it was today, accommodating thousands of people.

flower nurtured over time, it bloomed

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 issued a death certificate mere hours after her arrival. That fateful night thrust L.Moon into the harsh spotlight of public

now echoed with

sadness overwhelm her. Instead, she embraced it

into the office, looking clearly flustered. Yet, upon seeing Abigail's composed demeanor,

made your peace with it," he remarked as he settled onto a chair by the coffee table. Hence,