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.

heart skipped a beat when he walked past

thought being near Xavier would make her feel this

had a distinct smell that perfectly matched his voice, his towering physique,

there, staring at his back until he

seat where Xavier had sat earlier and

the lighter and looked at

for some time before returning to her

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

but ask, “I thought you said you were going

a treasure.” Abigail presented the lighter as

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

know who lost it,” Abigail responded with a smug look on

lighter to the owner, then,” the

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

We talk so much every day. Give me

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 he starts to feel resentful

remember telling you to

chin. “Guess who

“Who?”

he came out alone to smoke in the backyard. He smoked more than half a pack. There must be some issues in

roommate came to her senses. “So the light we saw from the window of

to him,” Abigail said, chuckling. “Can I borrow that branded makeup product of yours? I want to look good when I see him. Do you think I should wear pumpkin-colored lipstick, or should I

words rendered her roommate speechless. “Are you crazy? Do you know what you’re doing? Even if something

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