Abigail’s Second Life

Regarding the incident in the Golden Triangle, Luna didn't mention what happened to her afterwards.

Everyone believed that everything was over, but it wasn't.

Abigail glanced at Simond and said, "You don't need to helpinvestigate. Contact your people and leave

quickly!"

Simond shrugged. "Addon WhatsApp. I'll reimburse you double the amount you spent on me."

"| don't need the money. | helped you so that you would stay away fromin the future. We were just passing

acquaintances. Don't contactagain." She didn't want any further interaction with him. Who knows what

enemies he might have made abroad?

She didn't want to be implicated by Simond.

The man didn't insist and simply smiled as he played with his phone.

At noon, Luna cout of the intensive care unit.

Abigail sat by her bedside, observing her exhausted appearance. Her eyes couldn't help but well up. "Why didn't

you tellanything? | was really worried about you."

Luna's lips were pale. She asked Abigail, "What about the child..."

"The child is in the incubator. They're fine. Don't worry." Abigail held Luna's hand and answered with concern.

Only then did Luna feel relieved. She closed her eyes and continued to rest.

When the doctor arrived, Abigail immediately asked, "Can | give her ssupplements? She's very weak right

now."

"Remember to avoid any inflammatory foods. It's best for her to have nourishing meals, like chicken stew and

fish soup. These are suitable for pregnant women. You can prepare them for her," the doctor advised her in a

gentle tone.

She nodded repeatedly. "Are there any medical staff here? | want to hire someone. | can't handle it alone."

"Yes, the hospital can arrange that for you. Just remember to pay the hospital fees when the tcomes," the

doctor replied.

After thanking the doctor, Abigail went out to find the house where Luna was staying.

The nanny had given her an address, but she was unfamiliar with the area. She had to ask for directions to avoid

getting lost. Additionally, she needed to find a market for groceries.

In this small town, there were more elderly people on the road, with hardly any young people. Even if there were,

they were mostly teenagers with colored hair wandering the streets. After leaving the hospital, Simond entered

Luna's room.

He stood at the foot of Luna's bed and looked at her.

Luna woke up from her sleep and was greatly startled when she saw the unfamiliar Simond. She clutched the

blanket and trembled. "Don't... Don't take me. I... I'm done with Josh Pearson!" Simond walked over and gazed at

the terrified Luna. Then, he suddenly smiled. "I'm Abigail's friend. My nis Simond Simpson. Don't panic. I'm

here to take care of you."

"No! Thanks, but | don't need your help. Please don't cand take care of me," she replied incoherently.

Simond examined Luna. She was one of the founders of L.Moon and used to be bold and confident with

exceptional business acumen. Yet, now she resembled a madwoman. "Luna, I'm not a bad person. Your best

friend, Abigail, saved me. As a way to repay her, I'm staying to look after you," Simond spoke gently. Luna dared

not speak.

He was definitely not someone she could mess with.

"It's really okay," Simond reassured her. "I'll pour you a cup of hot water to energize your body. Your best friend is

here, and you are safe."

She hid under the blanket and remained silent.

Simond brewed warm honey water for Luna and blew on it slowly. When it cooled down, he held the cup and sat

back by the bedside, saying, "Here, have swater."

"I don't want to drink..." Luna's voice carried fear.

"It's the perfect temperature, isn't it? If you refuse to drink it, it would mean that | wasted my energy blowing on

it, wouldn't it?" His voice carried a hint of a smile, but there was also a clear undertone of threat. Luna cautiously

peeked out from under the blanket, but quickly looked away when she made eye contact with Simond's smiling

face.

She snatched the cup from his hand and eagerly gulped down the water.

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Once Luna finished drinking, she placed the cup on the table and pulled the blanket back over herself.

Simond didn't pay her any further attention. He sat on the edge of the bed, took out his phone, and contacted

his associates. 'Bring a psychologist. A reputable one, and make sure to keep it discreet.’

While Abigail was as busy as a bee, she received another call from Sean.

She was in the midst of making soup for Luna, and in her haste, she dropped the lid of the pot and answered the

phone.

"What's going on?" Balancing the phone on her shoulder, she stirred the chicken in the pot with a ladle.

Her nose twitched as she caught a whiff of a burnt smell. She felt a bit frustrated. Why can't | make soup

properly? In the past, | could cook a meal while observing Grandma, but now, my skills have regressed. "Can't |

just ask how you're doing?" Sean's tone remained calm as ever.

Abigail's anxiety dissipated upon hearing his words. She looked at the pot of chicken soup and sighed. "You

taughthow to make chicken soup, but | ended up with a pot of burnt mess..."

"You haven't truly grasped the essence of Grandma's cooking." Sean chuckled helplessly. Then, he became

puzzled. "Why are you cooking by yourself?"

"Isn't it normal to cook for oneself? Grandma spoiled me, making it hard forto get used to eating out. I'm

trying to do it myself." Abigail wished for Sean to cover and cook with her.