Abigail’s Second Life

Observing Eric from afar, Abigail felt a complex mix of emotions stirring within her.

Once known for his confidence, generosity, and sincerity, he now appeared subdued amidst his current circumstances.

"Eric has endured quite a year," Abigail murmured to Sean at her side.

Sean shifted his gaze from the guests to Eric. "He shouldn't have to endure such hardships. A simple call to Josh could resolve any dilemma."

"What about his parents? They shouldn't be implicated in this. Eric went to New Yoke of his own volition, and despite not actively contributing, he still made the effort to go there to offer assistance," Abigail whispered.

Sean sighed with a hint of indulgence, shifting to meet Abigail's gaze. He spoke in a soft tone, "Consider the gravity of the situation; numerous families were entangled in this. Some had suffered total devastation, whereas the Davidson Family had merely endured unemployment and industry blacklisting. Was their punishment disproportionate? From a legal standpoint, it appeared not."

Irrespective of whether Eric's family had profited from the situation, the undeniable truth was that Maisy had concealed Jonell's actions, and the entire Davidson Family had enjoyed significant advantages from his success.

"If Eric hadn't ventured to New Yoke and made a modest contribution, the repercussions could have been dire. Eric possesses potential, yet he opted for mediocrity," Sean concluded, gently caressing her head.

Given the advanced state of the internet, even with his blacklisting from the entertainment industry, he could still engage in live broadcasts.

However, he chose otherwise, simply yearning for a return to a conventional life.

Abigail nodded in agreement, acknowledging Sean's perspective. "Oh, I get it now."

She had previously only considered Eric's bleak circumstances, failing to contemplate the hardships endured by those deceived individuals. Their suffering remained concealed in the shadows, unnoticed by most.

which spanned

to the hotel room, Abigail soothed her ankle

finished crying for milk,

Abigail reclined on the couch, patting the seat

settled beside

sniffed. "Do you notice a

the baby blanket covering Phynix, only to be met with

and moved away. "I'm not dealing with that. You take care

change not only the diapers but also the blanket... Perhaps I should ask for Xavien's help." "I doubt Xavien will buy that, knowing this is our own child,"

the bathroom while Abigail fetched

the bathroom, the overwhelming

disposed of the soiled baby blanket and diapers

fresh diaper, then

you still want a daughter?" Sean

peacefully sleeping Phynix and burst into laughter. "Dealing with one is challenging enough for us. Let's hold off on considering a daughter

reject him, especially for something as natural as soiling himself, he'll grow

when he was little,"

either," Sean

much better