Abigail’s Second Life

Abigail lacked talent in the kitchen. The culinary skills her grandmother had taught her had been neglected since

she returned to Capitalis a year and a half ago.

"Do you need help with cooking? If not, I can send someone over to assist you." Sean hesitated to offer his help

directly because she had previously asked him to handle work matters. It was clear that she wanted him to see it

through.

Abigail fell silent. She thought about Luna and looked at the environment she lived in. There were many

grievances that she wanted to share with Sean, but she couldn't say anything.

"It's okay. Just write down the process and send it to me. I'm still capable. Although I've forgotten everything,

having the process will make it much simpler," she said. She could learn from short videos, but she just wanted

to trouble Sean.

Having him personally write the process for her would at least comfort her for now. Search the [email protected]

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"Okay, I'll write it for you. It might be a bit long, though." Sean's voice carried a hint of indulgence.

Abigail responded with a sound of agreement.

After he finished writing the process, she washed the pot and started making soup again.

The two of them stayed on the phone, with Sean keeping track of time. Two hours passed without a trace, and

the chicken soup was ready.

"I have to eat and work at the stnow. I'll call you back after I'm done," Abigail said. She had finished

preparing the chicken soup and was now addressing Sean over the phone.

"Alright, callagain next tyou cook. I'll teach you." Sean also enjoyed this process. At least she now knew

to ask him for help when she didn't know something.

After responding, she hung up the phone.

She brought the food to the hospital, where Luna was still in a deep sleep.

Upon entering the ward, Abigail frowned in displeasure when she saw Simond. "Didn't | tell you to leave?!"

Simond shrugged. "I have to wait for my people to arrive before | can leave. | don't have any identification

except for a cellphone. Can | just leave with that?"

"Then, you're not allowed to enter this ward either! Simond, | helped you because | wanted you to stay away

fromand my best friend. Don't be ungrateful!" Abigail forcefully slammed the thermal lunchbox onto the

table.

The loud noise startled Luna from her dream. Her eyes widened as she looked at Abigail and Simond. Sensing

the tense atmosphere, she buried her head under the covers.

Simond smiled at Abigail and asked, "Why are you so angry? It's not like | hurt your best friend."

She suppressed her anger and answered, "There's still something about you that | don't know. Given her

condition, if you provoke someone again and she gets hurt, | don't care about the status of your family in

Capitalis. I'll make you pay without mercy!"

He still had his grin as he nodded. "My people have arrived. No matter how many folks come, nothing will

happen. Ms. Alana, having one more friend won't be a bad thing."

"I don't need extra friends!" Abigail said coldly. "Get out of here right now."

"Alright." Simond walked lightly toward the door. After taking two steps, he suddenly turned and asked, "Whose

child did she carry? Why didn't she find her man?"

"Why are you asking about this?!" Abigail felt a bad premonition rising in her heart.

"The co-founder of L.Moon, Luna Smith, has a child out of wedlock. Don't you think it'd be explosive news?" he

asked with a smile.

Before Abigail could respond, Luna lifted the blanket and looked at Simond with tears streaming down her face.

"Please don't say anything! I'm begging you... The child has no father, please..." With a gentle smile, Simond

commented, "Alright. | won't say anything. Just have your meal."

Abigail clenched her hands by her side.

Initially, Simond threatened her and stuck to her after she helped him. And now he was using Luna's child as

another threat?

After watching Simond leave, Abigail sat beside the bed. She unscrewed the lid of the thermos cup and smiled at

Luna. "It's tto eat. | personally made the soup for you; it's delicious."

Luna looked at Abigail and reached out to grab her wrist. "I don't know when it might happen... My mental state

is not good. Please don't tell anyone about the child, Abigail. Treat this child as your own, and don't reveal that

the child is mine."

"Why?" Abigail asked. She didn't want another child, and Sean wouldn't want one either. If she told him the truth,

it would be different. If she didn't, how could she explain the child's presence to Sean? Luna started crying. "|

don't know why... | thought everything was over and getting better. Why is it like this?"

"Luna, what happened to you? Can you tell me?" Abigail held Luna's hand, her tone filled with anxiety.

Luna's eyes darted around quickly. Soon, she began to pull at her hair before bursting into tears. "I don't know

what happened. In the three months before you cback, | suddenly started having frequent dreams of

someone injecting me. It's as if I've lost a piece of my memory. Since then, my memories have becchaotic.

Many times, | can't distinguish when things happened..."

"I don't know why | becpregnant. One day, | woke up and found that my belly had grown bigger. | was filled

with fear and dread. How could this happen?" Luna muttered as she continued to tug at her hair.