Abigail’s Second Life (Abigail Quinn)

Chapter 694 Can't Hold It Anymore

Zack knew that Simond always had suspicions about people's malicious intentions.

And most of the time, his suspicions were accurate.

Human nature, often fragile, couldn't withstand the trials of hardship and the allure of fame and fortune.

"That's also a possibility. She relies on Abigail but doesn't treat her well. She allows her negative emotions to affect Abigail and never considers what's best for her. This is inconsistent with her previous behavior." Zack never denied Simond's suspicions.

"If Luna is on the enemy's side, what Abigail is doing now may be meaningless. Perhaps revenge is not as complicated as we think." Simond narrowed his eyes, his expression cold. "Wouldn't it be a success if everyone is miserable?"

"I just hope Ms. Quinn's perseverance pays off." Zack still believed in Abigail's determination.

Simond let out a mocking laugh. "If perseverance alone guaranteed success, then everyone who persists would succeed. We need to be prepared. Once Luna is no longer useful, we must immediately remove Abigail from her. We can't waste any more time on a sick person."

"Yes," Zack immediately responded.

...

When Abigail went out alone to buy groceries, she didn't head straight to the supermarket. Instead, she stood at the entrance, her gaze unfocused as she drifted off.

She needed a moment to quietly release her inner frustration.

Abigail wasn't blaming Luna for making her feel bad; she simply felt as if a heavy weight was pressing down on her chest, making it difficult to breathe.

"Hey... aren't you Alana?" Mr. Horton's voice suddenly rang out beside her.

Abigail turned to look at him and immediately smiled. "Hello, Mr. Horton."

"You seem upset. Do you want to come to my yard?" Mr. Horton could sense what Abigail was going through.

"No. I need to go to the supermarket to buy groceries." Abigail didn't want too much interaction with him, whether he was good or bad.

"I'm going to the supermarket too. Let's go together." Mr. Horton was incredibly enthusiastic.

She couldn't refuse and could only agree with a nod.

As they walked, Mr. Horton introduced her to the local customs of Saraville. Suddenly, he said, "You shouldn't frequent those antique streets. The items there are all fake. A few years ago, I heard that someone was selling radioactive stones, which made many people sick. They were all arrested. Ordinary people like you can't tell the difference." Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Can't we even buy them for fun?" Abigail couldn't help but click her tongue. Nowadays, people would do anything for money, even at the cost of their reputation.

"It's best to test them when you get home," Mr. Horton said, hunching over.

Abigail thanked him for the reminder.

At the supermarket, she selected expensive ingredients, and Mr. Horton helped her choose.

"If you truly want fresh ones, go to the market. These are all frozen. No matter how carefully you choose, they've been stored for a long time," he whispered to Abigail after the shopkeeper left.

She nodded. "You're right. But I can't go to distant markets."

After saying this, she felt she had said too much and immediately fell silent.

Mr. Horton said, "If you need something next time, you can tell me. I go to the market at six o'clock every morning when I jog. The produce there is very fresh."

"That would be too much trouble for you." Abigail immediately waved her hand.

The product might not be the best, but she could put more thought into it.

If she had to consider so much, she would have to be like Sean's family, having the best ingredients delivered every day, never keeping leftovers, and being meticulous about everything.

"It's no trouble at all," Mr. Horton said with a smile.

Abigail thanked him again.

After purchasing the groceries and returning home, she felt much better.

Perhaps chatting with Mr. Horton had helped alleviate her inner frustration.

She brought the groceries and snacks back home to find Luna reclining on the couch, resting. She suspected that Luna had probably not slept well the previous night.

Abigail placed the snacks and fruits on the coffee table and went into the kitchen to start cooking.

Her daily responsibility now was to attend to Luna's needs, which kept her occupied from morning till night.

This was even more tiring than taking care of a child.

Abigail spent nearly three hours preparing a meal.

Upon waking up, Luna settled in the living room, indulging in snacks and watching TV.

"Don't eat so much. We'll be having dinner later," Abigail had reminded her multiple times.

Luna disregarded her, as if she was lost in her own world.

This was a regular occurrence—frustrating for Abigail, yet she knew that getting angry wouldn't help.

Since arriving, Luna's actions seemed designed to raise one's blood pressure.

Abigail often found herself seething in solitude in the bathroom, trying to regain composure before facing Luna again.

Mentally preparing herself, she returned to the kitchen before venturing out once more.

Approaching Luna, Abigail gently took the snacks from her hands.

Luna's hands were suddenly empty, and she stared blankly before expressing impatience, "What are you doing?!"

"I've told you not to eat so much. Dinner is almost ready. You were so absorbed in your show that you ignored me, so I had to come over and assist you," Abigail explained while tidying up the coffee table.