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Chapter 681 Sudden Change Of Plans

Sean quietly walked to a chair and sat down, leaning back with a dark mood that mirrored the night, filled with a sense of loss.

Meanwhile, Abigail remained unaware of his departure as she furrowed her brow while texting Ronaldo.

'Can you take him to Alice?'

'If we take him to Alice, Sean will find out. Are you okay with that?'

Abigail paused as she read the message, feeling annoyed and powerless in that moment.

From the very beginning, Larry's genes had been problematic. If the best hospital in town couldn't provide any help, she might have to consider other options.

'I'll come over. We'll figure something out.'

Abigail had promised Luna that she would take good care of Larry. If Luna were to be gone in the future, Larry would be all she had left.

Putting away her phone, Abigail realized that Sean was no longer there. She looked around and saw him sitting on the chair. She walked over and sat next to him, taking his hand.

"What's wrong?" Sean looked at her with a smile.

"I have something important to attend to and must leave for a few days. Can you... Can you take care of them for me?" After Abigail finished speaking, she bit her lower lip and hesitated momentarily before continuing, "It's crucial. I have to go."

"Okay. Go ahead." Sean agreed immediately.

Abigail hugged him and whispered in his ear, "Sean, I can't imagine my life without you. Although I'm currently busy with work, I'll let go of everything once I'm done in two years. We'll get married, and I'll prioritize our family."

Sean raised his hand and gently stroked her hair. He closed his eyes and pressed his cheek against hers as he spoke softly, "Okay. I won't think about anything other than what you said today." Despite feeling uneasy, he didn't want to pry into her affairs.

Abigail was always a person of integrity. If she encountered something she couldn't handle, she would surely inform him.

"Thank you," Abigail whispered.

"When are you leaving?" Sean tried to keep his tone light.

"I have to leave right away. Rest well tonight. I'll be back as soon as I'm finished." Abigail let go of him. After a moment of hesitation, she leaned in and kissed him.

Afterward, she hurriedly got up.

Sean watched her rush back into the house and could only sigh in the end.

Upon returning to her room, Abigail packed her luggage and booked a flight to Eastbay. After packing everything, she dragged her suitcase out of the Grahams. Seeing the driver waiting for her, she couldn't help but turn around to glance at Sean's room on the second floor.

Although the curtains were drawn, the light was on.

In that split second, a sudden sadness surged in Abigail's heart.

"Ms. Quinn, shall we get in the car?" the driver asked.

Abigail withdrew her gaze and got into the car. She once couldn't comprehend the unspoken connection between Sean and Joan, but now she seemed to have become a part of his past.

At that moment, she wondered if she could earn his forgiveness if she had the chance to explain everything she was doing after resolving the issue.

...

Around midnight, Abigail arrived at the airport in Eastbay. At the same time, Ronaldo anxiously awaited her arrival.

When he saw her exit the airport, he quickly approached her and said, "Larry's fever won't go down. The doctor says he's naturally immune to the medicine. What should we do?"

"What about the traditional medicine doctor? Can they help?" Abigail asked.

"We've already consulted a traditional medicine doctor, but finding a good one so quickly is difficult." Ronaldo followed Abigail, his anxiety surpassing hers.

Hearing his words, Abigail frowned. After a moment of silence, she looked at him and decisively said, "I'll take Larry to see Alice."

"Tell me the truth. Where did you find this child?" Ronaldo felt that Abigail was being too kind to the child.

"Don't ask. All you need to know is that this is very important," Abigail replied.

"Alright. Let's go find Alice then." Ronaldo didn't inquire further.

"Mr. Fernandez..."

"Miss Quinn." Ronaldo interrupted Abigail unhappily. "We now share the same secret. I don't think it's appropriate for you to call me by my last name anymore, right?"

"What should I call you then?" Abigail asked.

Ronaldo pondered for a moment and said, "Call me Ronaldo."

"Do I really have to call you that?" Abigail asked in a feigned, unhappy tone.

Ronaldo smiled and said, "You're Alana. It's an honor for me to call you my friend."

Abigail nodded. "Alright, Ronaldo."

When they arrived at the hospital, Abigail took Larry's test results and left with Ronaldo, carrying Larry.

Larry was almost a month old, but he still appeared small. Thankfully, with the nourishment of the best formula, his complexion had become fair instead of pink.

As Abigail sat in the car, she playfully reached out and touched Larry.

Larry's cheeks turned pink. His eyes were closed, and he would occasionally let out uncomfortable whimpers.

"You're holding him incorrectly!" Ronaldo reminded her from the side.

Abigail looked at him, and Ronaldo demonstrated the proper way to hold a child. "Like this. This is the correct way. You're holding him as if he were an animal. It's not good for the child."

"Then you hold him." Abigail handed Larry to him.

 

 

 

 

Chapter 682 The Spirit Of The Ancestors

Ronaldo sighed and reached out to hold Larry in his hands. "In crucial moments, only I am reliable."

"Yes," Abigail agreed wholeheartedly. Without Ronaldo's help this time, she wouldn't know who to turn to.

By the time they arrived at Alice's place, it was almost dawn. Since Abigail hadn't slept all night, she could barely keep her eyes open when she arrived at Alice's house.

"Alice, please save this child." Standing at the door of Alice's house, Abigail pleaded as she cradled Larry in her arms.

Alice looked at her with disgust and said, "You sure know how to cause trouble for me. Bring him in."

Abigail quickly carried Larry inside. She sat at the table and placed the child on it.

Ronaldo yawned.

Alice glanced at him and said, "Get some rest. I'll take care of him." Then, she handed Alice the medical record.

Alice didn't look at it. Instead, she reached out and touched Larry's pulse. The longer she lingered, the more furrowed her brow became.

"Get my needle bag." Alice withdrew her hand and said with a stern expression.

Abigail hurriedly went to fetch the needle bag. Ronaldo headed towards the lounge chair in the backyard, planning to rest for a while.

After Abigail came out with Alice's needle bag, the latter took a needle and pricked Larry's finger.

Larry immediately started crying.

Alice let him bleed for a while. When Larry stopped crying, she put his hand back into the swaddle.

"His constitution is unusual. He has congenital underdevelopment, and his heart beats slower than normal people. He will face difficulties in the future." Alice disinfected the needle and put it back into the bag.

"What if we start the treatment as soon as possible?" Abigail asked.

Alice didn't answer. She sat in the chair and looked at Larry, her brow furrowed in thought.

Abigail didn't dare to speak and could only wait quietly for her answer.

"Wait here." Alice stood up and hunched as she walked into the room.

There was a cabinet in her room that she had never opened during Abigail's stay.

"Come with me and help me find a book," Alice said to Abigail as she walked.

Abigail quickly got up and followed Alice into her room. Alice took a key from the cabinet, unlocked it, and told Abigail about the book she was looking for.

"It's messy here. The titles are all in ancient letters, so look carefully. Don't make any mistakes." Alice sat on the side and instructed Abigail.

Abigail noticed that the cabinet was full of thread-bound medical books. She searched according to Alice's instructions. At the same time, she felt a twinge of regret.

"Alice... Do you want me to find you an apprentice? I will do my best to find the most suitable apprentice to inherit your knowledge," Abigail said.

Alice looked at the cabinet filled with medical books and sighed. "It won't be easy. Nowadays, not many people are willing to study traditional medicine. They lack the dedication and passion to explore different approaches."

Hearing her words, Abigail felt melancholic.

"Have you ever considered passing on your skills to an apprentice?" Alice asked her with a smile.

"I have, but now is not the time," Abigail replied. She was so busy that she couldn't even take care of Sean, let alone take on an apprentice.

"If someone is willing to learn, I would be delighted to teach them. I started reading these books when I was just a child and continued reading them until I became an adult. It took me about twenty years. Many medical techniques are no longer practiced today," Alice said slowly. "If you weren't studying design, I would have kept you here."

"How I wish I had studied medicine in the first place," Abigail whispered.

Alice smiled at her words.

After searching for a while, Abigail finally found the book Alice was looking for. She noticed that it was a book about poisons.

"Alice, do you suspect that there is poison in his body?" Abigail asked.

"His mother was poisoned, which led to his current condition," Alice said as she took the book and slowly flipped through its pages.

Abigail quickly interjected, "His mother was actually exposed to a modern developed drug. She has mental health issues and frequently experiences amnesia. It's difficult for her to distinguish between reality and illusion."

Upon hearing Abigail's explanation, Alice glanced at her and said, "You should bring her here so that I can assess her situation."

"Her situation is terrible. It's not safe to bring her here. Her surroundings are very dangerous, and it would put you at risk," Abigail explained.

Alice nodded and didn't push further. "If I can live for another ten years or so, you can bring her to me."

Abigail smiled.

While Alice was flipping through the book, Abigail unknowingly fell asleep on the table. When Alice found a potential remedy for the child, she looked up and saw Abigail sleeping soundly. With a sigh, she stood up and fetched a blanket for Abigail.

Returning to the living room, Alice gazed at the sleeping child and reached out to touch him. She noticed that the fever seemed to be subsiding. Then, Alice pricked a bead of blood from Larry's hand once again.

"I'm getting old. If I can use my remaining years to save a newborn child, I would consider it a good deed," she murmured as she sucked the blood and savored it.

After swallowing, she furrowed her brow in thought. Then, she went back to her room, grabbed a pen and paper, and began to jot down her thoughts.

By the time Abigail woke up, two hours had passed.

"Larry..." Abigail mumbled, still somewhat groggy.

After a moment, she regained her senses and immediately went to find Alice.

 

 

 

 

Chapter 683 Defending Him When His Name Is Mentioned

Unable to find Alice in the front room, Abigail hurried to the backyard where she spotted Ronaldo holding Larry, who was fast asleep. Abigail approached them and gently touched Larry's cheek, relieved to find that he was no longer feverish.

Squatting down beside Larry, Abigail playfully pinched his face, causing him to open his eyes in a daze and look at her with confusion.

"Larry, are you still feeling unwell?" Abigail asked, playing with his clenched fist.

Larry gazed at her with his bright eyes.

"He's so adorable," Abigail remarked, yawning.

As Larry watched Abigail open her mouth, his eyes widened with curiosity. Amused by his reaction, Abigail yawned again, prompting Larry to mimic her by opening his mouth. His expression was even more peculiar.

"You can make expressions too," Abigail recalled how he was just a pink, wrinkled baby when she first handed him over to Ronaldo.

In just a month, he had become fair.

Ronaldo woke up and saw Abigail squatting beside him, playing with Larry. He took a deep breath and said, "Can you hold him for a while? My hands are sore."

Abigail took over and replied, "Where's Alice?"

"She said she was preparing a prescription for Larry. She told me to tell you that Larry will take a long time to fully recover. If you're busy, you can go back to Capitalis first. We will take care of him," Ronaldo said, yawning.

"I'll head back after two days. Did you tell her to keep Larry's condition confidential?" Abigail asked as she held Larry, gently swaying her body.

"I did. She assured you," Ronaldo replied.

For the next two days, Abigail and Ronaldo took turns taking care of Larry. Alice prepared medicine every day, but unlike when she saved Sean, she rejected the dozens of medicines she had prepared in just two days.

In that moment, Abigail realized that Larry's condition was more severe than Sean's.

On the day of her departure, Abigail dragged her luggage out of the room. She was somewhat surprised to see Alice sucking on Larry's finger. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"I let out some of his blood to reduce his fever. It's hard to stop the bleeding, so I had to use saliva. You don't mind, do you?" Alice put Larry's hand into the swaddling clothes.

"Of course not." Abigail looked at Larry, her eyes filled with reluctance. "Alice, I have to go... I have to see his mother."

"May everything go well for you." Alice smiled at Abigail.

Tears welled up in Abigail's eyes. She let go of her suitcase, stepped forward, and hugged Alice. "Alice... I really can't bear to leave you guys. I will always remember what you've done for me, the child, and Sean. Shall I find you an apprentice to keep you company?"

"It's fine. I don't have the energy to take care of you at this age. As for Sean, if it weren't for you staying here with him for half a year first, I wouldn't have taken him in. This kid couldn't handle hardship before and was so annoying to look at!" Alice patted Abigail's back, speaking with disdain.

Abigail couldn't help but smile. "He was overly protected. He hadn't experienced any hardships. Don't hate him. He was just too weak before."

"I know. You always defend him whenever his name is mentioned." Alice waved her hand and pushed Abigail away.

Abigail picked up her suitcase again. She looked at Alice solemnly before bowing deeply.

As Alice watched her leave, she propped her hands on the table and stood up. Then, she slowly walked towards her room.

...

Abigail headed to Saraville. She and Simond came out of the airport at the same time.

Simond spotted her and greeted her.

After that, the two went their separate ways.

Abigail arrived at Luna's residence, a quaint city filled with shops selling antiques, handmade trinkets, jade stones, and more. The area was bustling with activity.

After stepping out of the taxi, Abigail adjusted her sunglasses and called out to Luna.

Soon, the courtyard door swung open.

Luna stood at the entrance, her hair disheveled as if she hadn't washed it in a while. The blue dye she had previously applied had faded into a dull shade. She appeared unkempt.

Approaching Luna, Abigail asked, "Are you still the same as before?"

Luna turned around, her pale complexion giving her a lifeless appearance. "I can't sleep. I've tried seeing a doctor and taking medication, but it doesn't seem to help at all."

Abigail followed Luna into the courtyard, noticing her stiff movements.

When Luna first rented this house, she had taken pictures and shown them to Abigail. At that time, the yard was filled with plants. However, within just a month, all the plants had withered, leaving the yard in a state of decay, much like Luna herself.

Upon entering the house, Abigail was greeted by a living room cluttered with takeout boxes. The environment was in a deplorable state.

In that moment, she didn't know what to do. A wave of pain and discomfort washed over her.

Abigail released her suitcase and watched as Luna shuffled towards the dirty couch like a zombie, collapsing onto it.

There were even snack bags scattered on the couch...

Silently, Abigail approached, located the bags, and began cleaning up the mess.

"Don't bother cleaning up. I'll have someone take care of this mess in a few days. If you clean it now, I'll just make a mess again," Luna said, her voice devoid of life, mirroring her movements.

Abigail reminisced about how vibrant Luna used to be.

"I'll clean up any mess you make, over and over again. I've found a suitable doctor for Larry. She will cure him," Abigail reassured Luna as she continued tidying up the mess.

 

 

Chapter 684 There Must Be A Way To Save You

Luna glanced at Abigail but remained silent.

Abigail continued, "Once I've dealt with the danger around you and you're feeling better, I'll take you to see her. Once the drugs have left your system, you'll recover."

"Are you referring to a miraculous doctor?" Luna questioned.

"Luna, you have to believe that Western medicine is not all-powerful, but traditional medicine doctors have a history of thousands of years. Countless ancestors have continuously experimented, tested, and personally tried medicines, resulting in the accumulation of their wisdom. If local medicine doesn't work, traditional medicine doctors definitely can. I have faith in the wisdom of our ancestors," Abigail said confidently.

Luna looked at her, slightly moved. However, she soon showed a sense of defeat again. "It's enough if Larry is cured. Why are you wasting time trying to save me?"

Abigail knew that Luna was suffering from depression, and nothing she said would help. After all, her illness prevented her from finding interest in anything, including hope.

After Abigail had tidied up the room, it was almost dark. The room was so dirty, filled with garbage. She was exhausted, and her back ached.

"Go take a bath and wash your hair. I'll take you out for dinner," Abigail said to Luna as she sat on the now clean couch.

"Why do I need to bathe and wash my hair? You can bring the food back." Luna resisted the idea of going out.

Abigail looked at her and said, "I want to go for a walk. It's my first time in Saraville. Come with me!"

Luna frowned but remained silent.

She had taken all the necessary medication under Abigail's care at noon. Thus, her mood was slightly better than in the morning. Abigail wouldn't have asked her to go out if it had been like the morning.

"Come on. Let's go." Abigail moved closer to her and gently shook her arm.

Luna's expression went from conflicted to troubled. After some time, she finally got up and walked towards the bathroom.

Abigail noticed that Luna hadn't even brought a towel or clothes with her. She sighed and got up, heading to Luna's room. She picked out some nice clothes and a towel for Luna, placing them on the chair by the bathroom door.

After Luna finished her bath, she realized she hadn't brought anything. She had been like this before, forgetting to bring clothes and a towel into the bathroom. Then, she simply stopped bathing.

"I need some clothes and a towel," Luna called from the bathroom.

"They're at the bathroom door. You'll see them when you open the door," Abigail replied loudly.

The bathroom door opened slightly, and Luna reached out to grab her clothes.

Abigail noticed many scars on her hand. There were new and old scars, some even freshly scabbed.

As she watched Luna take the clothes and retreat, it took her a while to return to her senses.

Did Luna tend to self-harm when she was alone?

When Luna came out, she saw Abigail sitting in front of the couch, looking upset.

"What's wrong?" Luna walked over to her and asked softly.

"Nothing, I'll dry your hair." Abigail got up and went to the bathroom to get a hairdryer.

Luna lay on the couch as Abigail slowly blow-dried her hair.

Her hair was still very soft after it was dried.

"After dinner, I'll take you to get your hair trimmed. How does that sound?" Abigail asked.

"There will be way too many people... They talk too much." Luna was somewhat resistant.

"You don't have to talk. Just follow me. I'll do the talking." Abigail gently ran her fingers through her hair, trying to sound as gentle as possible.

Luna was a bit annoyed, but she chose to compromise in the end. "Fine. Whatever you say."

Abigail's heart ached at her reaction.

Luna used to love being beautiful and clean, but now she has become like this... The more Abigail pondered her depression, the more her heart ached.

In the evening, Abigail made an effort to take Luna out as much as possible to divert her attention.

Upon their return, Luna's mood had improved slightly. She impulsively purchased several antiques that caught her eye at first glance. While this served as a temporary distraction, it also prevented her from fixating on her illness.

"This jade appears to be authentic. Do you think we may have stumbled upon a treasure?" Luna asked Abigail excitedly.

"If you like it, I can find someone to carve it into something you adore. What do you think?" Abigail responded with a smile.

Upon hearing these words, Luna suddenly lost interest. "I don't like it that much. Do you think it's a valuable piece?"

"I'm not well-versed in jade. Why don't we have it appraised?" Abigail suggested.

"Forget it. It's too much trouble to have it appraised," Luna dismissed, proceeding to play with her newly acquired bracelet.

The bracelet was crafted from petrified wood and was quite exquisite.

As she put it on, her attention gradually shifted from the bracelet to the scars on her arm. Gazing at the wounds, she began to drift off into her thoughts.

"Luna," Abigail gently shook her.

Luna stared at the scars on her hand, slowly returning to reality. She murmured, "Why do I always contemplate death?"

"Stop dwelling on it." Abigail embraced her, her voice filled with emotion. "Luna, stop thinking about it. I'll be here with you during this time, alright?"

"No... You can't always be by my side. If you're constantly with me, how will they come out? How will they reveal themselves? If this continues, we'll never catch the culprits." Luna started to ramble.

Abigail held her tightly and said, "Luna, stop thinking about it!"

 

 

 

 

Chapter 685 Growing Worse

Luna was completely oblivious to Abigail's presence.

"I need to find out who did this to me... I was pregnant. Where is my child? Abigail, where is my child?!" Luna suddenly pushed Abigail away, her face filled with fear. "Where is my child?"

She clutched her stomach. "I was pregnant. Why is my belly gone? Am I living in a dream or reality? Abigail, are you only appearing in my dreams? You haven't come back for so long; you know, I'm scared! I'm scared to admit it, scared to tell you, scared to tell Josh..."

She paused for a moment.

"Josh... who is he?" Luna murmured slowly. "Josh... Josh..."

Tears continued to stream down her face, and she began to pull at her hair. "Why does mentioning this person cause so much pain... Abigail, I'm in so much pain... It's unbearable... Let me die. I don't want to live like this."

Abigail stepped forward, embracing Luna tightly, her eyes red. "Luna, everything is real now. It's all real. If you can't remember, then don't dwell on it. Don't be sad and in pain. I'm with you, and I'll be with you for the rest of my life!"

"My heart hurts so much..." Luna whispered.

Abigail patted her back. "It's okay, it's okay. I'm by your side, and that's what's real."

Luna leaned into Abigail's arms and whispered, "Just let me die..."

"You still have me; don't think like that," Abigail said, tears streaming down her face.

Luna's condition was worsening.

Abigail felt helpless. She didn't know what she should do.

She managed to coax Luna to sleep.

Abigail sat by her bedside, wide awake. How could she save Luna?

She picked up her phone and sent a message to Simond.

'Where are you?'

'In the shadows. I saw her condition, and it's worse than before. Has she been taking her medication?'

'Yes, she finished one bottle of pills. It seems that regular antidepressants don't have much effect on her.'

Simond didn't immediately reply to her message.

Just when Abigail thought he wouldn't respond, he replied.

'How about... I take a sample of her blood and send it to the relevant department for testing? Without figuring out what's wrong, no medication will work in her condition.'

'Will that work? What if it scares her?'

'Give her a sleeping pill.'

Abigail looked at the message and realized that this was the only way. If Luna's condition worsened one day, she might go out and come back to find Luna gone.

...

Abigail slept for four hours before waking up to prepare breakfast for Luna.

Luna had a restless night.

Before Abigail fell asleep, she was startled by Luna once.

She didn't know when Luna had woken up, but Luna was staring blankly at the ceiling, her eyes cold, and her breathing very shallow. Abigail was quite frightened.

She called out to her, and it seemed like Luna had woken up, but then she closed her eyes again and continued to sleep as if nothing had happened.

After Abigail finished making breakfast, she saw Luna get up with a defeated look on her face, pacing around the living room.

"Go freshen up. It's time to eat," Abigail told her.

Luna stopped, and her lifeless eyes fell upon Abigail. She stared at Abigail for a while before asking, "Why... are you still here?"

"What's wrong?" Abigail was a bit puzzled.

"No..." Luna said, then walked towards the bathroom with a heavy heart.

Abigail felt a pang in her heart as she watched Luna's frail figure.

After Luna finished freshening up and returned to the living room, Abigail had already set the table for breakfast.

She had made eggs and pancakes. She didn't know how to make anything more complicated.

She had bought some pastries and coffee early in the morning.

Luna took a few bites but didn't seem to have an appetite.

"You need to eat more. Look at how thin you've become," Abigail said to her.

Luna could only force herself to eat more, but halfway through, she suddenly felt nauseous, so she got up and hurried towards the bathroom.

Abigail followed her.

Luna leaned over the sink as she vomited continuously, and everything she had just eaten came back up.

Abigail gently patted her back and handed her water to rinse her mouth.

Luna's face and eyes were red from vomiting, and she slowly leaned against Abigail.

She looked at her disheveled reflection in the mirror and started to laugh. "Abigail... look at me now, is there any reason to keep living? I've tried so hard, but everything I eat comes back up. I get hungry after I throw up; I eat again, throw up again, and feel hungry again... I want to get better, but how can I?"

Abigail held her tightly. "We'll change the ingredients. I'll make something else for you."

"You're already exhausted. You stayed up so late last night to take care of me, I know... Abigail, let me go... my presence is tormenting you, tormenting everyone." Luna closed her eyes as she took a shallow breath.

"It's not possible, I won't give up on you!" Abigail declared immediately.

Luna gave her a bitter smile. "But I feel so weary. Can't you just release me? Every time I think of dying, I think of you, and I can only fight to stay alive."

"Then just think of me! What would I do if you died? I would never find happiness in this life," Abigail said as she continued, "I would rather be the one with this illness. If I could, I would want to switch places with you!"

 

 

Chapter 686 You Must Remain Rational

Luna closed her eyes.

"I'll make it for you again until you can eat it without feeling nauseous," Abigail said, fixing her hair. "Don't worry, I'm here to take care of you. I won't feel tired or bitter. As long as you can eat a little, I'll be happy."

Luna looked at the smile on Abigail's face, and her eyes welled up. "I'm sorry... I'm too weak."

"What nonsense are you talking about? No matter what, I won't give up on you." Abigail exhaled and gently pinched her face. "It's okay. Why don't you come to the kitchen with me and help me out?"

"Okay," Luna weakly replied.

Abigail tidied up the kitchen and took Luna out to buy ingredients.

During this time, Abigail secretly retrieved the recipe that Sean had written for her. She bought the necessary ingredients and then took Luna home.

…

Abigail stayed with Luna for three days, and Simond gave Abigail some sleeping pills.

That night, Luna drank the freshly squeezed juice that Abigail had made for her and soon fell asleep on the couch in the living room.

Simond came in from outside and brought Zack with him.

When she saw Zack, Abigail felt a bit awkward.

She didn't expect to need his help in the end.

Zack nodded at Abigail, then walked over to Luna. To be safe, he first checked Luna's eyes to ensure she was truly asleep. Then, he began to draw her blood.

Abigail was not very happy... Did Simond and Zack not believe that Luna was genuinely sick?

After they drew the blood, Abigail covered Luna with a blanket and then left the room with Simond and Zack.

"Don't you trust her?" Abigail questioned Simond.

Simond laughed cheekily. "Whether Luna has betrayed you is still uncertain. Yet, you tell her everything, including where Larry is. Aren't you afraid she'll inform the people behind her and eliminate everyone who's helping you?"

Abigail immediately retorted, "She won't!"

"How can you guarantee that?!" Simond's face became serious. "I understand that you're concerned about her, and I also know that you used to be friends who shared everything. She selflessly supported you during the three years you were married, even dating Josh to deal with Kelly, who bullied you. But that's all in the past!"

Abigail's hands clenched tightly at her sides. She tried to control her anger until her whole body stopped shaking.

"Abigail, if you want to cooperate with me, you have to remain absolutely rational. You can be kind to her in your actions, but you have to consider her current situation rationally. She's in a dangerous circle, but whether she herself is part of the problem is still uncertain." Simond circled around her, and his words were sharp and clear.

Abigail's scalp went from tingling to slowly cooling down until, finally, she calmed down.

"She doesn't let you say anything, which is unreasonable. I didn't want to tell you these things before because you weren't cooperating with me. But now you are. You can expose yourself, but I'm afraid you'll expose my whereabouts in the future." Simond was completely different from before. Now, he was only cold and ruthless.

Abigail was left speechless, like a wounded soldier.

Being kind to Luna on one hand and guarding against her on the other, Abigail was also in pain.

"Think about it yourself," Simond said, leaving with Zack.

Abigail returned to the room. She looked at Luna sleeping on the couch and ran her hand through her hair.

Luna slept soundly.

The next day, her mood was much better than yesterday. Early in the morning, she had washed and dressed herself.

"Let's go to the antique market again today," Luna said to Abigail, who was making breakfast as she wandered into the kitchen.

Abigail hummed in response as she smiled at Luna. "I made you some soup. It's very smooth, and I added your favorite meat. It's very fragrant."

Luna leaned in, taking a sniff before swallowing. "It looks delicious."

Abigail grinned. "As long as you enjoy it."

When Luna glanced at her, she noticed the fatigue in Abigail's eyes, and a pang of heartache washed over her. "Are you very tired?"

"No, I'll just take a nap at noon. You know I don't need much sleep, so don't worry," Abigail reassured her. She could have had a good night's sleep last night, but... Simond's words kept her awake for most of the night.

She had chatted with Sean until two in the morning, then slowly drifted off to sleep and woke up at six to make soup for Luna.

After breakfast, when Abigail and Luna stepped outside, they encountered an old man returning from the market with two fish.

The white-haired old man spotted Luna and immediately greeted her. "You finally decided to come out and enjoy the sun. You look quite lively."

Luna smiled and replied, "Yes, did you just come back from the market?"

"Yes, an acquaintance informed me that he had caught two fish from the wild river this morning and asked me to pick them up. If you don't have a place to eat at noon, come to my house. The river fish are delicious and not at all fishy," the old man kindly offered Luna.

Luna gently shook her head. "Thank you, but Abigail will cook something for me."

"Oh my, isn't she Alana? I just realized!" The old man suddenly exclaimed, his face filled with surprise.

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 687 Severe Dependence

Abigail felt a bit embarrassed and greeted, "Hello, sir."

"Just call me Mr. Horton. She lives in my house, and I live next door to her," Mr. Horton said and then added, "Don't let me keep you, Abigail. Go and have fun. I have to till the ground later."

"Okay." Abigail and Luna responded in unison.

As Luna locked the courtyard door, she walked away with Abigail and started talking about Mr. Horton. "He doesn't dress well, but he seems to be quite wealthy, and he's very particular about food."

"I can tell. Have you chatted with him often before?" Abigail asked curiously.

"Yes, when I moved here, I wasn't so afraid of people. He would often knock on my door and bring me food; sometimes homemade pastries, sometimes casserole, sometimes a bowl of soup..." Luna slowly said, "He must know that I have emotional problems. Even if he sees me messing up the house, he never blames me. He's a good person."

Abigail thought that was quite nice.

After they entered the antique market, Abigail watched Luna go in to browse.

She secretly sent a message to Simond.

'Check the old man next to Luna. See if there's any problem.'

Anyone who came into contact with Luna could be a suspect.

'Okay.'

Abigail sent the message and immediately put away her phone.

Luna didn't find any antiques she liked and came out of the shop. Then, she pulled Abigail into another one to look.

They spent the whole morning outside, had a delicious lunch, and didn't return until the afternoon.

As soon as Abigail came back, she collapsed on the couch and didn't want to move.

Luna sat beside her as she played with the beads she had bought. After a while, she said to Abigail, "I'll make you a bracelet. You can choose."

Abigail nodded as she looked at the dazzling array of jade beads, and her eyes were slightly blurred. "Which one do you think suits me?"

Luna began to choose carefully.

Abigail noticed that Luna had been fine all day and wondered if it was because she had slept well the night before. Could it be that her condition was worsening because she often couldn't sleep well?

…

Abigail stayed in Saraville for half a month, but there was a problem with L.Moon again, so she had to go back.

"Tell the client that I'm out of town and can't come back now. If it doesn't work, we won't cooperate. We'll pay whatever it costs!" Abigail was feeling irritated. How could she go back now?

Luna was finally improving, so she didn't dare to go back.

"Miss Quinn, this client has been cooperating with L.Moon for so many years. It's not reasonable to refuse to cooperate," Garrett said to Abigail discontentedly.

Abigail was taken aback by his words and felt a bit emotional.

"So, what do you suggest? I can't come back now, and I won't be able to for a long time. I hired you to solve these problems for me, so don't always call me. The client is important, but I have my own things to do." Abigail tried to calm herself down.

"I'll talk to the client first. If it doesn't work, tell me where you are, and I'll bring the client to you," Garrett negotiated with her.

"No." Abigail outright refused.

Who knows if there was a problem with the client?

Garrett was at a loss. He hesitated for a moment and finally said, "Miss Quinn, don't you think you're being a bit arrogant now? You didn't treat clients like this before. You were always humble. That's why I followed you. If you're acting like a queen now, not listening to anything and turning the company into a one-man show, I'll resign!"

Abigail ran her fingers through her hair as she looked around the room, and after a while, she said, "I really can't come back because of something, and I can't reveal my whereabouts."

"What about Miss Smith? Both of you are the bosses, yet you leave for months, and the company doesn't seem to care about anything. I'm also in a difficult position!" Garrett said helplessly.

Abigail bit her lip as she paced back and forth twice before finally saying, "Can I call you later?"

"Sure." Garrett hung up the phone.

Abigail had chosen him as the general manager because of his boldness and decisiveness.

Now, she found herself being lectured by him.

Abigail went back to the room, sat on the couch, and looked at Luna, who was sitting on the carpet playing with beads. Then, she said softly, "Luna, I'll be out for half a day and come back in the evening. Is that okay?"

"If you have something to do, go ahead. It's fine," Luna replied as she compared the color and quality of the two beads.

"Alright then. Take care. Call me immediately if anything happens." Abigail leaned over and hugged her.

Luna looked up at her and smiled. "It's only half a day. What could happen?"

Abigail gently touched her cheek. "Okay, I promise to come back in the evening."

Luna hummed in agreement.

Abigail left without any luggage and headed straight to the airport after booking her flight.

As soon as she left, Luna put down the beads in her hand and stared blankly at the empty doorway.

Before long, tears unconsciously welled up in her eyes. "You have family, friends, loved ones... You're so busy... I shouldn't monopolize your time, but I really wish you could stay with me."

After saying this, she stifled a sob. "Being alone is so boring; it's like being imprisoned here."

The moment Abigail left, she felt the room become so desolate that it seemed the temperature had dropped significantly.

 

 

 

Chapter 688 Not Plastic Sisters

Abigail was unaware that Luna had fallen ill immediately after her departure.

While at the airport, she called Simond.

"I'll be gone for half a day. Can you keep an eye on Luna for me? Let me know if anything happens," Abigail said as she sat in the waiting area, waiting for her ticket to be checked.

"There's already an issue. She's been crying alone in her room for half an hour," Simond informed her. "She's more dependent on you than you think. Is it necessary for you to go back?"

Abigail stood up, gazing at the exit, wishing she could return to Luna immediately.

"I've already made an appointment with the client." She started to feel a headache. If she had known, she wouldn't have agreed to meet the client so hastily. There must be other ways!

"In that case, you should go back. It's not a big deal. Finish your business as soon as possible and come back. I'll take care of her. Besides, her illness won't improve overnight. You can't always do this; you need to learn to prioritize," Simond calmly advised Abigail.

Abigail felt as if her legs weighed a thousand pounds.

Just then, the airport announced that it was time for ticket checking.

After she ended the call, Abigail held her ticket tightly. After a moment, she tore it up and turned towards the exit.

She hailed a cab and returned to Luna's place.

As she stood by the door, she saw Luna sitting in the living room, crying and making bracelets. She quickly walked up to her and embraced Luna as she said, "I'm still very concerned about you. Don't

cry, okay?"

"Did I hold you back?" Luna asked through her tears.

"No, you are the most important person to me. Everything else can wait," Abigail assured her. Even if the client became angry and Garrett resigned, she couldn't leave Luna in this state.

Luna sobbed quietly. "I want to be stronger, but... I can't control my emotions. I really hate myself for being like this and always causing trouble for you."

"How could that be? We are best friends, and your well-being is the most important thing," Abigail comforted her as she patted her back.

Luna hugged Abigail and whispered, "I really like it when you're here with me. When I'm alone, it feels like a cage, and I'm afraid to go out... It's really contradictory."

"It's okay; I'll be with you. I'll always be with you," Abigail reassured her and wiped away her tears.

Luna's gloomy heart seemed to warm up at that moment because of Abigail.

As she looked at Abigail's familiar face, she felt an unprecedented sense of security.

Abigail wiped her tears and said softly, "You continue making bracelets. I'll contact the client, okay?"

"Okay!" Luna nodded vigorously.

…

In a nearby building, Simond put away his telescope. He turned to Zack beside him and remarked, "I didn't expect her illness to be genuine. Abigail truly has a strong bond with her. Their friendship is more genuine than gold. People often say that girls have fake friendships, but theirs is more authentic than anyone else's."

"Fake friendships are the exception. You're biased against girls," Zack laughed. "I told you before, Luna truly has depression. No one can fake it so convincingly. There's no light in her eyes."

"But I still feel like she doesn't belong," Simond expressed. "I've met countless people, and I absolutely trust my intuition."

"Your intuition is right. Only time will reveal what's wrong," Zack calmly replied.

Simond made a face and remained silent.

…

Abigail contacted the client. She took a deep breath and apologized, "I'm truly sorry, but I can't come back today. My friend really needs me."

The client was speechless.

After some time, the client finally spoke up, "Miss Quinn, how long have we been working together? We started collaborating when L.Moon was just starting out. Now, it seems like you no longer value clients like us, am I right?"

Abigail immediately responded, "If I didn't care, I wouldn't have been working with you all this time. Your words really hurt my feelings."

"Miss Quinn..."

"Let's make a deal. I'm willing to give you a 1% profit. We can arrange a video conference to address any concerns. Do you think my sincerity is sufficient?" Abigail interrupted the client.

The client was taken aback by her sudden offer to sacrifice profit and fell silent.

After a moment, the client awkwardly said, "If you really can't make it, I won't force you to meet. However, your new design has been accused of plagiarism... It's causing a delay in our new product launch. If you could personally create a design... I heard that's how you made up for Charm."

Abigail furrowed her brow. "Which designer's work was accused of plagiarism? Have we conducted an investigation? Is it confirmed?"

"It's confirmed. Your designer has already apologized," the client informed her.

Abigail pursed her lips and felt slightly irritated. "I don't have the time. Can you find another designer?"

"There's no need for compromises. If you're truly busy, I won't take advantage of your situation. We've been working together for so long; it wouldn't be fair for me to exploit you. You can simply create a design yourself as compensation." The client chuckled.

In the end, they still wanted her designs.

Her designs now started at eight million each. Once they were mass-produced, they would sell like hotcakes. These people were all shrewd, and they knew exactly how to maximize their profits.

As for L.Moon... It seemed like she needed to seek Sean's help again to properly resolve these issues. They kept causing her trouble every other day.

 

 

 

 

Chapter 689 Overbearing Protection

In the end, Abigail agreed to the client's request to compensate him.

"You'll get what you want, but please keep it confidential. Otherwise, everyone will come to me for the design drawings, and I'll have to abandon yours," Abigail explained. She still had a few drawings in stock, so she didn't mind his suggestion.

However, this meant earning significantly less, which annoyed Abigail.

"Okay, I'll definitely remember what you said," the client replied, unable to hide his happiness.

Abigail hung up the phone and noticed Luna looking at her apologetically. She sat down next to Luna and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Did I hold you back from your work?" Luna asked, feeling guilty.

"Not at all. I had some drawings that I hadn't released yet. I was thinking of using them to fill in during these unexpected times. It's okay," Abigail reassured her, stroking her hair affectionately.

Luna responded with an "Oh."

"Can I call Sean? The company has been a bit chaotic recently, and we need him to help maintain order," Abigail said, shaking her phone to ask for Luna's opinion.

"It’s up to you" Luna replied.

"I definitely have to ask for your advice. You're one of the founders of L.Moon. Without you, there wouldn't be L.Moon today," Abigail expressed her respect for Luna.

"It's okay. You can call him. He's good to you, and I trust him," Luna smiled.

Abigail hummed in agreement and dialed Sean's number.

Luna averted her gaze as Abigail was on the phone. Her eyes were downcast as she reminisced about her past self.

How free and happy she used to be. She began to feel a great disgust for her current self.

Just as Abigail's call connected, Luna forcefully smashed the jade bead onto the coffee table.

Abigail immediately hung up the phone and sent a message to Sean, saying, 'I'll call you later.'

...

Sean, who was happy to receive the call, had all his joy extinguished when Abigail abruptly hung up.

He really wanted to ask Abigail what she was up to. Why is she always like this?

Before, she had informed Sean that she was returning to Capitalis and requested him to pick her up at the airport. However, later, she mentioned that she couldn't come back.

Can't she even make a phone call now?

Filled with complaints, Sean sent a message to Xavien, saying, 'Check where Abigail is.'

After sending the message, he quickly retracted it.

'Mr. Graham, what's wrong?' Xavien still replied to his message.

Sean replied, 'Nothing. You go about your business.'

He typed the message and threw his phone to the side. He felt that he and Abigail were back to the way they were before. He was cautious and fearful, trying to maintain their relationship, but he had no idea what was happening on her end.

Getting up, he put on his coat and called Kevin.

"How long has it been since you last contacted me? Do you still remember that you have me as a friend?" Kevin was surprised when he received Sean's call.

"I'm coming to Pendorf to have a drink with you. Find a good place." Sean was very irritable. Only by getting himself drunk and numbing his nerves could he stop his racing thoughts.

He came downstairs to see Josh sitting in the living room, silently drinking whiskey.

Their eyes met.

Josh quickly averted his gaze and asked, "What are you going out for?"

"Drinking," Sean answered directly.

Josh was a bit surprised. He looked at Sean again and realized that he seemed very irritable.

"What's wrong?" he asked Sean with concern.

"Do you want to come to Pendorf with me for a drink?" Sean didn't answer the question directly. After all, Abigail was Josh's sister, and admitting to having a disagreement with her at this time might provoke Josh's anger.

Josh set down his whiskey and inquired, "No women, right?"

"Do you really think I'm that kind of person?" Sean retorted.

Josh remained silent for a moment, then stood up and said, "Let's go."

...

Sean brought Josh to the entertainment club in Pendorf. As they entered the private room, they were greeted by the laughter and chatter of women.

"Mr. Stewart, you're so funny. Your sense of humor is truly entertaining."

Kevin's actions felt like a slap in the face to Sean.

Without saying a word, Josh immediately grabbed his phone and was about to dial Abigail's number.

Sean quickly stopped him. "I didn't know there’re women here. I'm innocent!"

"Are you out of your mind?! What if Abigail finds out? Do you realize the consequences? Even if someone else asked for them, would she believe you?!" Josh scolded angrily.

Sean held his hand. "Please don't call her."

Josh snorted in anger. "I need to reassess you. I won't let Abigail marry you again and get hurt by you."

"We've been together for so long. Don't you know me after all?" Sean felt unjustly treated. After finishing his words, he shouted at Kevin, "Kevin!"

Kevin, startled, pushed the woman aside and quickly stood up, jogging over to Sean at the door. "What's wrong, Sean?"

"Who gave you permission to bring a woman? How old are you? How could you still fool around at this age?” Sean scolded as soon as he spoke.

Kevin found him completely perplexing. Is it forbidden for me to enjoy the company of women just because he himself is controlled by his wife?

"Alright. Just a group of men drinking will do!" Kevin conceded under Sean's intimidating gaze. "Everyone out! I'll cover the expenses. We have two monks here, and they're worried you might tempt them into breaking their celibacy vows."

 

 

 

Chapter 690 A Drunken Sean Tonight

Sean threw a punch at Kevin.

While rubbing his shoulder, Kevin turned to Josh and said, "It's been a while since I saw you. Are you his brother-in-law now?"

"Yep." Josh nodded.

Kevin immediately put his arm around Josh's shoulder and smiled. "Looks like you and Luna are getting along well. When are you guys getting married?"

Sean grabbed Kevin's collar and pulled him closer. "You always bring up the worst topics. Let's order drinks and stop talking about these things!"

Kevin looked at Sean puzzledly. Did they break up?

Sean blinked.

Kevin understood at once. It was no wonder Josh looked so lost, which was a stark contrast to the pure and handsome man he used to be.

He had lost all his spirit and was completely downcast; it was even worse than when Sean had his heart broken.

Kevin sat down and asked gently, "What do you prefer?"

"Whiskey," Josh replied.

Kevin nodded. He immediately called the waiter over, ordered drinks and some snacks, and then said to Josh, "Let's enjoy tonight! Don't be shy. If you come to Pendorf, you are a guest here. Everything is on me!"

Josh smiled at him. "Thank you."

"You're welcome! Come and visit often, alright? This is my family's investment. I'll tell the manager you don't have to pay when you come. As Sean's brother-in-law, you're like a friend to me!" Kevin was very similar to Ronaldo in some aspects, such as being a tactful smooth-talker.

"Coming too often isn't good for my reputation," Josh said.

All of a sudden, Kevin didn't know what to say. Well... my reputation isn't great.

Gradually, the two of them drank too much and began talking about their feelings.

Kevin finally understood what was going on. Abigail had been behaving mysteriously lately, engaging in activities unknown to others. She would abruptly end calls, and sightings of her were scarce as she traveled extensively, barely managing the company.

As for Josh, Luna had been missing for over a year or two now.

Kevin couldn't help but analyze the situation with them. "Could it be that the two of them are together? You said that Luna suddenly became irritable. Could it be that something happened to her, so Abigail didn't tell you to avoid any risks from happening?"

Sean looked at Josh.

Josh sobered up a bit, but soon he said indifferently, "We've broken up. Why should we care about what she does?"

"Why did you come to drink, then?" Kevin asked like a detective.

Sean punched him. "We're here to drink. Why are you talking so much?"

Kevin's words still lingered in Sean's mind.

While Josh and Sean were heavily drunk, Kevin suddenly heard a cell phone ringing. After searching for a while, he realized it was Sean's phone.

He took the phone out of his pocket to find Abigail calling. He raised his eyebrows as he answered the call.

"Hello, Abigail. Why are you calling so late?" he said, glancing at the already asleep Sean.

"Kevin?" Abigail's voice was filled with surprise.

"Yes, Abigail. Sean is heartbroken tonight, saying you're too busy and that he's always lonely," Kevin said cheekily.

Abigail was speechless for a moment.

"Give him the phone," she said.

"He's already drunk. Is there anything you need? I can tell him when he wakes up." Kevin sat down, crossing his legs as he spoke.

Abigail was silent for a moment, then asked softly, "Well, does he look very upset?"

Kevin hummed in agreement. "Josh is here as well. I mean, what on earth are you and Luna up to?"

His casual words made Abigail's heart tighten. "What are you talking about?"

"What am I talking about, you say? Mind telling me where you are right now? I'll come over at once. If you're not with Luna, I'll eat Sean's shoes live!" Kevin raised his voice.

"That won't be necessary. I'm here in Eastbay for business," Abigail remarked, finding Kevin as amusing as ever.

The issue was that Sean wouldn't allow Kevin to have his shoe.

"Don't lie to me," Kevin exclaimed, rising from his seat and storming out.

Once they reached a quiet spot, he continued, "Tell me, what happened to Luna? If something has occurred on your end, you should inform us. If you feel you can't tell them, tell me instead. Do you think I can't keep a secret?"

"Stop it. There's really nothing wrong. I'm just really busy with work," Abigail responded, still maintaining a light-hearted tone.

"Fine, if you don't consider me your friend, I'll find out, and you'll regret it. I'll tell everyone in the world!" Kevin warned, refusing to show Abigail any respect.

"Why are you making such a fuss? Don't you have anything else to do?" She was growing irritated.

"What am I fussing about, huh? Don't you consider Luna and I as family and friends? You and Luna are in trouble, yet you don't say a word!" He became furious. When he heard Josh discussing Luna's situation, he suspected that something might have happened to her.

After all, he had been involved in various situations and understood women the best.

"Kevin..." Abigail responded, her irritation growing.

"Talk to me. I promise I won't tell Josh and Sean. I'd rather die than reveal your secret," Kevin continued. "Abigail, I genuinely worry about you. Do you think Sean doesn't sense that something's wrong? It's because you don't want to tell him, and he fully respects your decision. That's why he hasn't asked or investigated. Otherwise, do you think you could keep it from him?"