Abigail’s Second Life (Abigail Quinn)

Chapter 783 Incident

Simond noticed Abigail's sour mood and reassured her, "Don't worry about him. I'm always around."

Abigail shot him a look of disdain. "Simond, when can I leave? Sage can already walk and talk. It's unethical to keep us here."

"She still can't recall where she stashed the items, so you guys need to look after her for a bit. Starting today, you'll be learning some self-defense techniques and firearm handling with me," Simond stated before leaving.

Abigail had no interest in learning at all.

"I want to go back!" Abigail insisted.

"Just a little longer," Simond replied before leaving.

Now that all the children of the Simpson Family had returned, they dined together in a separate dining area.

Seated at the lengthy table were the three Simpson Family members, Abigail, Martin, and his son, with Stephen at the head.

Stephen Simpson was the current head of the Simpson Family.

The other was Spencer Simpson.

Spencer, known for his short fuse, grew displeased when his favorite food wasn't within reach. "Hey, lady, don't you know I love salt-baked prawns? Why is it so far away?"

Abigail held her tongue. As she was about to rise, Simond picked up the plate in front of him and handed it to Spencer. "If you like it, just say so. She's busy all day. How would she remember your

preferences?"

"You pin after this girl every day. Are you really planning to marry her?" Spencer inquired as he savored the salt-baked prawns.

Simond chose not to respond.

"What's salt-baked prawns? I've never tried it before," Stephen chimed in.

Abigail took the other plate and offered it to him. "You have a mild shellfish allergy, so a taste will do."

Initially, Stephen's shellfish allergy was severe, but after taking Martin's medication, it improved.

Stephen nodded. He then sampled a piece and remarked, "Not bad. Simond mentioned you might be leaving next month. Is that true?"

"He hasn't agreed. I'm not sure," Abigail replied, resuming her seat.

Meanwhile, Spencer didn't take the news well. He promptly stood up and demanded, "You're leaving? What will we do if you leave? We're all hooked on your cooking, so aren't you responsible?!"

"You don't have to eat," Abigail shot back.

Spencer turned to Stephen. "Dad, you need to arrange for him to marry her immediately!"

Samuel furrowed his brows. "Who are you referring to? If someone's really marrying her, count me in too!"

"What nonsense is this?" Stephen frowned and growled, "Don't meddle with Sean Graham."

"What's wrong with Sean? He blew through 400 million in cash. Are we supposed to be afraid of him?" Simon sat back down casually and drawled.

"You guys need to keep up with international news more," Stephen remarked calmly. "400 million means nothing to him."

Those who had initially sought to take advantage not only failed but also suffered losses.

Abigail couldn't help but eavesdrop on the conversation about Sean, which in turn intensified her yearning for him.

But she knew Sean probably no longer desired her.

Spencer glanced at Simond with a smirk. "Sean is not to be trifled with. Dad, if he disrupts our plans, won't he be out of the running for the heir?"

"Enough!" Stephen said sternly, not wanting to entertain further discussion. "If you have nothing constructive to say, you may leave!"

"Does Sean still have an interest in her?" Samuel pondered.

Abigail remained silent, eating her meal in solitude with no common ground for conversation.

As for Simond, he observed Abigail in silence.

"Ms. Quinn, why don't you stay here? It's quite lovely," Stephen offered Abigail with a smile.

"It's alright. I prefer to go home." Abigail declined the offer. "Thank you for the invitation. When I return to my country, I will recommend a chef to come here, provided that you cover the chef's salary."

Stephen nodded, not voicing any agreement.

After lunch, Simond summoned Abigail to the training grounds.

"From now on, you will train here every day. Once you have reached a certain level, I will send you out," Simond stated, handing her a handgun.

Abigail was startled when she accidentally fired a shot upon raising her hand. "Are you out of your mind?!"

Simond had been stern for a while, but now he actually cracked a smile. "Let's begin."

From that moment on, Abigail was immersed in relentless training under Simond.

Before long, she lost track of the passing days.

As Sage's memories slowly resurfaced, the atmosphere in the Simpson Family once again grew icy.

Abigail also sensed that something was amiss as her interactions with Martin and Andrew lessened.

With Sage's recovery, the food therapy ceased, and they began consuming unappetizing cuisine together.

One early morning, Abigail witnessed Simond taking Sage out.

Despite Sage's frail body and emaciated appearance, she exuded a commanding presence.

The entire Simpson Family, excluding Stephen, mobilized and departed with numerous bodyguards.

Their plans remained unspoken.

In the evening, Abigail went to the kitchen to boil water. Martin approached her quietly and inquired, "They've been gone all day. Where do you think they disappeared to?"

As for Abigail, she didn't see the significance of them not returning for a day.

She figured it might be a while before they returned. NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

"Who knows? Are you searching for something to eat in the kitchen?" Abigail asked. The present cuisine was unpalatable, so she had not eaten much. Now, she was famished and intended to prepare some pasta that she had left unfinished earlier.