Chapter 382
Indeed, he remembered her father, Walter Shasnow.

Walter was his longest-serving driver, and his death was not an accident.

At the time, when Xavier was leaving the Fairchild residence with Winnie, they were hit by a car arranged by Zyon.

Neither he nor Winnie suffered any severe injuries, but the driver in front sustained serious wounds.

Walter was almost at death’s door when he was rushed to the hospital. The emergency rescue efforts were in vain, as he succumbed to his injuries and passed away in his forties.

Xavier recalled how he had offered a million to the driver’s family and even supported his daughter’s college education. The young woman standing before him, Abigail, was the very same girl who had benefited from his sponsorship.

The Shasnow family might have received a million from him, but the money could never bring Walter to life again.

That was why Xavier still felt guilty about Walter and his family.

He glanced at Abigail and asked, “Why did you come here to work? Is it because you don’t have enough money?”

“No.” Abigail quickly shook her head. “I have enough money, but I’ve grown up and am now an adult, and it’s time for me to work and make ends meet with my own strength. I asked the butler to arrange a job for me. He even praised me for being diligent, Mr. Fairchild.”

Xavier merely hummed in response, as he was not interested in her life story. “You can go now. It’s getting late.”

“Okay. You too, Mr. Fairchild.”

Xavier said nothing after that. He turned around and walked back the way he came.

beat when he walked

had never thought being near Xavier would make her

tobacco smell on other guys would make her feel sick, but not Xavier. He had a distinct smell that perfectly matched his voice, his

at his

Xavier had sat earlier and discovered the lighter

quickly picked up the lighter and looked at

the bench for some time before returning to

Abigail would have to share a room with another maid, and her roommate was someone a few

said you were

found a treasure.” Abigail presented the lighter as if it was a

lighter from Abigail’s hand and studied it. Her eyes lit up. “This is truly a work of art! I think it’s

who lost it,” Abigail responded with

sure you return the lighter to

course. I really look forward to seeing him again. By the way, do you remember what I told you

We talk so much every day. Give me a hint about which

Abigail said as she carefully kept away the lighter. “Mr. Fairchild might be putting up a front and acting supportive now that Mrs. Fairchild is blind, but it’s only a matter of time before

again. I remember telling you to focus on your job here

her chin. “Guess who

“Who?”

mansion are off, but he came out

the window of our room was Mr. Fairchild’s cigarette? And this lighter is his

it on the bench, and I picked it up. I’ll find a chance to return it to him,” Abigail said, chuckling. “Can I borrow that branded makeup product of yours? I want to look good

you know what you’re doing? Even if something happens between Mr. and Mrs. Fairchild, it is

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