Chapter 67

Abigail was upset. She knew what Hugh's work was, so she could only blame herself for all this mess. She thought her girls would be fine if they were with Hugh, but now that she thought about it, she realized that being with him was also a risky endeavor as well. She had been careless, so she couldn't blame anyone for that.

Just when Abigail was losing the grip on the little conversation, Valerie came out.

She heard what Arianna said, and she felt sad as well. "Come here, Aria." She looked at her lovingly.

Arianna hesitated. She looked at Abigail, and once her mother nodded, she went over to Valerie.

"This is an accident, girl. Nobody wanted this, so don't blame yourself for it. You're a good girl, just like your sister is. Your father, mother, and I love you. Don't talk yourself down anymore, alright? We'll be worried sick no matter which of you is in trouble. Come, I'll take you to your sister."

"Okay." Arianna nodded.

Abigail was touched to see this. She quickly went into the kitchen and made something for Alissa.

Arianna was fidgeting when she came into the room. She hid behind Valerie and stared at Alissa timidly, who was in their father's arms. She didn't envy her for having Greg's attention, and in fact, she even felt guilty.

"Look who's here, Allie?" Valerie dragged Arianna out from behind her.

Arianna felt nervous, and she didn't know how she should face her sister.

Alissa was surprised to see Arianna, but then she waved at her with a smile. "Come here, Aria. I need hugs and kisses. I almost bade farewell, you know. Hug me!" She extended her arms toward her sister.

All of Arianna's guilt and worry broke apart, and she ran over to hug her sister. "I'm sorry, Allie. It's all my fault. If I hadn't asked you to take my place, none of this would have happened."

"What are you talking about? If I hadn't done that, you might have been in an even worse situation. Besides, I wanted to go with Papa myself. This has nothing to do with you. What on earth were you thinking?" She poked at Arianna's forehead, looking a little angry.

she didn't look away. Instead, she held her sister's arm and said while sobbing, "I won't do that ever again. I'll give you whatever you want, and I'll do whatever you want me

hate you. I need you to cover my back when I get

cries became even louder, and

a crybaby. She looked

girls talk.

thought it was not nice of her father to leave her just

smiled. "I'll help your mother with your lunch." Then he

son's arm. "I'm warning you, spend some time with Allie. She's been through a lot, and it's nightmare fuel. It's not easy for Abbie to raise the

too. Of course I love them. Don't worry, I'll delegate my work and take some time off

she pointed at the kitchen. "She's

eyebrow. "Mom, I'm

you to marry her, and I also want the kids. I don't care what it

with that, Mom?" Worried that Valerie might say something

him here, so she was surprised. "I'll handle it.

You've been overworking yourself, and you're hurt. Besides, Allie wants me to do

The sun shone through the window, covering him in a sheen of golden light. He looked divine, and yet so approachable. She felt something pricking her heart, and it was

dumbly, and she smiled before going

but the girl was still assuaging Arianna. She's like a big sister. She thought she should give the girls some space, so she

the show was about, for her attention was on the man in the kitchen. It would have been normal if a man like Greg didn't know how to cook, since she had never seen Philip cook over the twenty years in the Kain household. However, Greg seemed to know how to cook very well. It was obvious that wasn't his first time cooking, and Abigail had always liked men

Greg, her gaze gentle and tinged with

of course, but he didn't know how to respond to that. He felt a little confused, but he didn't hate it. In fact, he liked it, though he

come up with a response, his phone rang, and the ringtone made him stop.

with Abigail sitting outside

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