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.

entirety of the full moon banquet, which spanned the entire

Abigail soothed her ankle with a massage before calling out

Sean cradled Phynix, who had just finished crying for milk,

Come sit here." Abigail reclined on the couch,

beside

"Do you notice

placed the bottle down, cautiously unwrapping the baby blanket covering Phynix, only to be met with an unpleasant smell.

her seat and moved away. "I'm not dealing with that. You

somewhat defeated. "We'll need to 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

Phynix to the bathroom while Abigail fetched spare baby blankets

the bathroom, the overwhelming odor

of the soiled baby blanket and diapers in

fresh diaper, then made their way back to the room,

still want a daughter?" Sean

with one is challenging enough for us. Let's hold

"If you constantly reject him, especially for something as natural as

when he was little,"

never told me either," Sean teased back, pinching Abigail's nose. "Are your feet

feeling much better