Abigail’s Second Life (Abigail Quinn)

Chapter 814 Marriage Is Freedom's Death

Life was composed of these small details, accumulating one by one and breaking down a vibrant woman filled with longing for love and marriage.

Cameron mimicked her, swaying his body while listening to her complaints.

"Cameron, what's the matter with you? Why didn't you hire a nanny?" Sean asked sternly.

"I did, but they weren't the right fit. She didn't like them," Cameron explained.

Abigail comforted Isla and asked gently, "Why don't you like them?"

"After giving birth, my memory wasn't good; I kept forgetting things. When I saw the nanny stealing the supplements he got, I sent her away. Since then, I haven't hired anyone, just part-time cleaners…" Isla sniffed.

"Don't you think you should have called Cameron back to handle the nanny situation?" Sean muttered to himself, noting that Cameron was running a security company, but his home situation was chaotic.

He seemed more suited to lounging at home.

Isla looked at him with red eyes. "Forget it. We hardly see each other all year. Today, we meet, but tomorrow morning, you'll be gone."

Cameron couldn't help but say, "You don't pay attention to me either."

"How can I pay attention to you when I've been pregnant for so long?" Isla burst into tears again.

"Cameron, if you don't know anything, you better learn how to be a father. You didn't know before she got pregnant, and you still don't know now. Your security company is just average. What's more

important, your family or all those things you're doing?" Sean scolded sternly.

Abigail whispered, "Exactly. You're not short on money. You need to prioritize your family. Look at a well-educated girl like her, being worn out by the kids at home all day. Which wealthy woman ends up like this after marriage?"

Isla felt even more aggrieved, but Cameron felt much more at ease than before.

When it was only the both of them, Isla was completely unreasonable.

Both mother and son were crying simultaneously, and Cameron's head was about to explode from the noise.

As Cameron and Sean took the kid upstairs, Abigail and Isla tidied up the house downstairs.

"You've changed a lot, yet at the same time, you haven't changed at all. Don't rush into having children, got it?" Isla advised Abigail tearfully. "Marriage is either the death of love or the death of your figure and freedom."

Abigail chuckled. "You haven't been taking care of yourself since you got married. It's okay to hire a nanny before the child is one or two years old. How can a new mom like you manage without help?"

"But my mom says nannies are not good," Isla said, putting the toys in a box with a melancholic expression.

"You're just being stubborn. Your mom doesn't help with the kids, and in such a big house, you don't even have assistance. Aren't you tired of this?" Abigail handed her the little dinosaur.

Isla held the small dinosaur, lost in thought for a while. Suddenly, she laughed. "I regret getting married. Love is like that. During pregnancy and postpartum, it all fades away."

"On the day of giving birth, my water broke, and there was no one at home. I cried and called 911 for help and was taken to the hospital. The doctors kept asking me where my husband was, but I couldn't even reach him…" Isla sniffled softly. "At that moment, I didn't even know why I was carrying a child."

Abigail stepped forward, hugged her, and patted her shoulder. "I apologize on behalf of Grandma."

"I didn't blame her. I just felt disappointed. During postpartum, my mom came over and scolded me, saying I insisted on marrying such a person. From giving birth to postpartum, no one came to help me," Isla said with a bitter smile.

"Most importantly, when I lifted my clothes and saw the stretch marks on my belly, I felt so scared that I didn't dare let him touch me, afraid he would see and reject me," Isla said, bending down. "My legs still swell often and are very uncomfortable. My body is not as good as before, and my skin is sagging…"

Abigail kneeled beside her. "Marriage and having children… Sometimes, you have to pay a price. Not everything has a reward. In the end, you and Cameron are too naive. You don't have a clear concept of marriage yet."

Isla didn't know what to say for a moment; she just sniffled.

"Once the arrow is released from the bow, it cannot go back. Cameron just wants to live a good life with you, but with your emotional ups and downs before and after pregnancy, he is also afraid. I know you suffered during pregnancy, but give him a chance, and give yourself a chance, hmm?" Abigail comforted Isla gently. Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

"I just don't know what to do. I feel annoyed every day," Isla said with red eyes, seeking help from Abigail.

Abigail hugged her. "I came here today to resolve the conflicts between you two. The child is asleep, so let's sit down and talk it out. Let out all your grievances. If he dares to talk back, let Sean beat him up."

Isla nodded.

After the child fell asleep, the four of them sat in the living room.

It was Sean who spoke first. "Quit your job as a bodyguard and focus on being a good husband. Spend time with your wife and take care of your child. Her family doesn't help her. As a husband, you should put in more effort."

"If trouble comes knocking, will you cover for me?" Cameron asked Sean.

"Yes." Sean nodded. "If you continue like this, you'll end up with another woman."