Abigail’s Second Life (Abigail Quinn)

Chapter 792 Late Warmth

"I haven't eaten yet," Abigail murmured. After seeing Sean with a new girlfriend, she had no appetite.

Analise walked into the kitchen. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Abigail trailed after her. She lingered at the kitchen door and watched Analise carefully.

While she stood by, she thought of everyone. Then, she sat by the window and felt a particular longing as she gazed at the moon.

She had never quite understood the feeling of homesickness until she was trapped by Simond. Analise made pasta for her and even cooked two eggs.

At the table, Abigail devoured her food until her eyes stung.

Analise felt uneasy watching her. Just six months ago, everything was fine. She had Sean and a wonderful family, and her sisters had found their partners.

But then she disappeared without a word. When Analise went to the Pearsons to ask, she found out that Luna had had an accident, and Abigail had left with a stranger. Sean also broke up with her.

"Abigail, what happened between you and Sean?" Analise's voice trembled. "He's such a good man, why didn't you want him? You were abroad... who did you fall for?"

"I didn't fall for anyone. I just couldn't at the time," Abigail answered vaguely.

"I'm not asking you about your time abroad. I just want to know what your attitude toward Sean is." Analise still entrusted her to Sean.

He was such a good guy and hard to come by, Analise thought.

"It's over. I don't think about him anymore. He's found a new girlfriend who's an outgoing type. Probably suits him well." Abigail chewed on her food until her cheeks puffed out.

She needed to eat more now. Just in case she had to leave again to find Luna, she might not be able to come back for more.

Abigail used to think she couldn't bear it if Analise passed away, but now she realized it might not be so hard to accept.

When Analise heard her words, all hope in her eyes vanished.

"You let go of the best person. You really don't know how to appreciate it." She slumped in her chair.

Abigail forced a casual smile. "Yeah, maybe we weren't meant to be from the start. But it's okay. It's worth it. From now on, I'll use his standards as a benchmark when looking for a man, so I won't have to worry about being deceived."

Analise tapped her on the head. "You're grown and still getting fooled. You should reflect on yourself!"

"You're right, Grandma." Abigail laughed.

Analise felt a pang of discomfort.

Who wouldn't want their child to find the best person and have a happy life and a bright future?

After finishing her meal, Abigail helped Analise clean up the yard.

It turned out she played a different role in everyone's life.

Her parents would do many things obsessively because she didn't come back, day after day, worrying. Grandmother wouldn't make the yard as beautiful as before.

Everyone missed her to the point where they couldn't focus on their own tasks.

"Grandma, if nothing unexpected happens, I'll be with you for a long time," Abigail said gently.

Analise sighed. "These past six months, I've been fine without you. It's just that my health isn't great; my eyesight isn't very clear, so I didn't want to bother with it."

Abigail's throat tightened as she gripped the tools tighter.

"I'm afraid I won't even get to see you one last time if you don't come back," Analise continued.

Abigail pursed her lips and, after a moment, said, "Tomorrow, I'll take you to see a lovely child."

Larry was the child she had saved with great effort, and it was time for him to be introduced.

"Okay," Analise said, setting down her tools and slowly walking to the gazebo to sit down. "You do it, and I'll rest for a bit. I'm getting older and can't do as much as before."

Abigail felt a pang of regret. She had always promised to spend more time with her grandmother, but she had left her here alone for far too long.

The moon shone bright, and the stars twinkled in the sky.

Abigail set down her hoe and turned to look at Analise.

She was asleep on the bamboo chair in the gazebo.

Abigail quietly walked over and called out, "Grandma."

There was no response from Analise.

Thinking she was deeply asleep, Abigail crouched down and gently brushed her face with her hand.

The sleeping Analise remained still.

Abigail's movements stopped, and she slowly widened her eyes. She reached out and placed her hand on Analise's chest.

There was no heartbeat.

She couldn't believe it, so she checked for her breath, but when she touched her face, it was cold to the touch, causing Abigail's hands to tremble uncontrollably.

"Grandma!" She cried out, and tears streamed down her face.

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In the late night, outside the emergency room, Abigail, with swollen eyes, watched as the doctor emerged from inside.

The doctor looked at her and gently shook his head. "Mrs. Stein passed away peacefully. Don't be too saddened. She didn't suffer."

Abigail tried to hold back her tears, but she couldn't help crying like a child.

She had just cooked for her, and everything was fine, so why did she suddenly leave her alone?

After the doctor left, she went to the morgue where Analise's body was kept. Abigail squatted in the corner and sobbed softly.

Grandma may have been waiting for me for too long and was holding her breath, but now that I returned, she was finally relieved.

Abigail stayed alone in the hospital until dawn. As soon as she came out of the hospital, she felt dizzy and almost fell to the ground.

In a daze, she seemed to hear Sean's voice.