Abigail’s Second Life (Abigail Quinn)

Chapter 777 It’s Just 400 Million

"It's for Sage, but I know her. Since she started cooking, she will definitely make a portion for everyone who wants to eat," Simond responded immediately without hesitation.

Stephen nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

After clearing the tableware and going downstairs, Simond returned to the kitchen to find that the pot was already empty of soup. Most of the delicious food was also gone, leaving only the meals prepared by other chefs for the bodyguards. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Simond could only silently eat the mediocre foreign food.

Abigail deliberately didn't leave anything for him, letting Martin and Andrew finish everything.

She couldn't make things difficult for others, but couldn't she also make Simond, who was brought here against his will, feel wronged?

In the evening, when Abigail returned to her room, she sat by the window and watched the moon with Larry.

She really missed home.

Pointing at the moon, Larry held Abigail's hand and said, "Moon!"

"Yeah, the moon. Does it look like a plate?" Abigail held him in her arms, resting her chin on Larry's head.

Larry leaned against her, swinging his little chubby legs, giggling. "Moo…"

His favorite thing to do was call out to Abigail.

In this cold environment, Larry was her only comfort.

She held Larry and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Larry slowly turned his chubby body to face Abigail, hugging her. "Moo!"

He loved to babble, often followed by a string of gibberish that Abigail couldn't understand.

Abigail understood very well that when he grew up and could talk, he would definitely be a chatterbox.

"Alright." Abigail nodded.

She didn't understand, but she would respond.

Larry kept babbling on, and after he finished, he started to doze off.

Abigail carried him back to bed, put him to sleep, and then sat alone by the window, sighing.

There was nothing she could do here.

There was nothing here. Even though there were people everywhere, not even a whisper could be heard.

She finally understood what it meant to be isolated and helpless.

During this time, she thought about it. Did Sean really collapse after borrowing 400 million to save me?

Even the sum of her assets was more than 400 million, let alone Sean's.

Of course, she still felt guilty that Sean did so much for her, only for her to let him down.

Abigail had no means of communication now and didn't know anything about what was happening at home.

She sat alone in the room, worried, until late at night before finally closing the curtains and preparing to rest.

She had to get up early tomorrow and work.

Meanwhile, at Capitalis, Josh once again blocked Sean.

He looked at Josh impatiently. "What's up?"

"I know your company's situation. The banks are not willing to lend to you now. Are you really so stubborn that you refuse to accept my advice?" Josh blocked his way, his expression stern.

Sean looked at him. "It's just 400 million. Do you think I, Sean, will collapse because of this?"

"Sean," Josh called out. "I know you will find a way to solve it, but it will be very difficult. Let me help you. It will make you much more comfortable."

"Grandpa really hopes to talk with her. If you can get in touch with her, ask her to call Grandpa via video. We, the Grahams, don't hold any grudges against her. We just want to clarify where she stands." Sean frowned, his expression tinged with annoyance. "After this call, the Grahams will have nothing to do with her."

"I haven't been able to reach her for a month, and the last phone card has been deactivated." Josh sounded a bit despondent. "Sean, she has her own reasons."

"What does that have to do with me? I tried to save her, but she chose to go with Simond. Whatever her reasons might be, it's her own decision." Sean finished speaking and pushed Josh away.

Josh stepped forward again. "Will you consider my suggestion—"

"Josh, don't push it. I can accept advice from any stranger, but when it comes to Abigail, no way!" Sean cut Josh off in a calm tone.

Josh didn't care about being scolded.

"If you hate her, just say it. Abigail has never been afraid of your hatred." Josh sighed softly. "Since you are determined to cut ties with the Pearsons, I respect your decision. Perhaps the first divorce was a sign that you were never meant to be together. Otherwise, why would you guys have divorced?"

He finished speaking, released Sean's hand that was blocking him, and walked away.

He had tried hard to keep Abigail, but Sean was not grateful.

Sean tightly held the hand at his side. Is fate something that had been determined from the beginning? Abigail and I destroyed with our own hands the bond we shared when we decided to divorce.

He had tried to woo her after the divorce, and she responded to his efforts, but their ending was already fated.

The moment he returned to Pendorf from Capitalis, Sean rushed to the hospital where Old Mr. Graham was.

Seeing him return alone again, Lina immediately grabbed him. "Where's Abigail? Still can't reach her?"

"Well, forget it," Sean said in a low voice.

No one knew where Abigail was or what she was up to.

"What are you going to do?" Lina's eyes turned red. "So, it's like what your grandpa has said? You two have broken up? You've been together for so long that it's a shame to give up like this."