Abigail’s Second Life

Abigail watched Sean's swift movements, her eyes widening as she reminded him, "Don't look at me. Look at the

knife in your hand. Aren't you afraid of losing your fingers?" "Don't underestimate me," Sean replied confidently.

"After you returned to Capitalis, | spent a year and a half learning from Alice."

Abigail approached him and earnestly said, "Only those who are arrogant make mistakes. | know you're a quick

learner, but can you guarantee that accidents won't happen?" Hearing her words, Sean found Abigail's point

reasonable and nodded. "I'll keep that in mind, honey," he said tentatively, but to his surprise, Abigail didn't

refute him.

In that split second, his heart filled with awe. He felt that their remarriage was just around the corner, as her lack

of refutation meant acceptance.

The duo busied themselves in the kitchen for about three hours. When Sean brought out the dishes, Analise and

Lina couldn't help but salivate. "Let's forget about that old man and let him play poker as much as he wants.

Let's not let him eat these delicacies," Lina discussed with Analise.

"We can't finish all of this, though," Analise said, already grabbing smeat from the pot.

"Can you wait? They still haven't said anything. Put it down!" Lina immediately knocked the meat off her cutlery.

Hearing her words, Analise felt tortured. It would be a pity if she couldn't eat such delicious food.

"You can eat too, Grandma. Call Grandpa and tell him to chfor dinner," Abigail reminded from the

kitchen door.

"You go. I'll have a taste first," Analise immediately ordered Lina. Compared to them, Analise hadn't eaten

anything good for a long tsince she had to be very strict about her diet due to diabetes. Immediately, Lina

went to make the call.

The kitchen was filled with steam. Abigail and Sean were sweating profusely as they worked nonstop.

As soon as Colby returned, he laughed and bragged to Lina and Analise. "I won a thousand dollars today. I'm on a

roll!"

Old people played poker for fun, not for money. Thus, even if they lost the gall day, they only lost about a

thousand dollars.

"Why didn't you say anything when you kept losing?" Lina stood at the door and handed him his slippers. Her

tone was filled with disdain.

"Try saying something nice, will you? If winning was the norm, there wouldn't be so many failures in life, and

success would be within easy reach," Colby said. Suddenly, he sniffed and asked, "What's that smell? Did you

hire a new chef? It smells so good!"

"Sean and Abigail are back. They're in the kitchen," Lina's face lit up as soon as she mentioned them.

On the other hand, Abigail heard Colby's words from the kitchen. She couldn't help but whisper to Sean,

"Grandpa has gained slife insights from playing poker. Although that's great, can he keep playing like this?"

"They don't play poker for money, so I don't care. | wouldn't allow it if it were a large sum of money," Sean

replied softly. "He's right. Failure always happens in life, and success only comes once or twice." Listening to his

words, Abigail thought about Colby's winnings of a thousand dollars. For them, a thousand dollars was just a drop

in the bucket. Thus, it was simply for entertainment.

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"Cout and eat. You don't need to prepare so much," Lina called from the dining room.

"Coming!" Sean said, lifting a pot of soup with a heat-resistant cloth and placing it on a heat-resistant mat.

When he lifted the lid, Abigail leaned in to take a sniff, but he quickly placed his hand on her forehead to prevent

her from getting too close. "The steam might burn you."

"Oh." Abigail straightened up and wrinkled her nose.

The kitchen was filled with various aromas, making it difficult for her to distinguish the scent of his soup.

"Let's go," Sean carried the soup out.

Abigail followed him.

Colby noticed the two of them emerging from the kitchen. When he saw Abigail, he looked at her in surprise.

"Abigail has matured significantly. She now resembles a finely crafted jade. That's wonderful. An adult should

possess composure and gentleness. It indicates that your heart has been tempered."

Upon hearing his words, Abigail couldn't help but smile. "Is that so? Well then, do you prefer the oldor the

current me?"

"To me, you are the best regardless," Colby sincerely replied. He held different opinions about Abigail during

each phase of her life.

Meanwhile, Sean placed the soup in the center of the table. He then sat down and handed a heat-resistant cloth

to a nearby maid. "Grandpa, tell us about the changes she went through in different stages." Abigail sat beside

him and playfully tapped him. "Why are you talking about me?"

"I'm curious," Sean glanced at her. "I haven't fully understood who you were before, and | want to know what you

were like back then."

Colby picked up a perfectly cooked piece of lamb that emitted a delightful aroma. As he savored the delicious

food, he reminisced about the past. After deep contemplation, he said, "She was so innocent. She would do

anything for the sake of love. She married you without even understanding the concept of marriage. Back then,

she had the courage to risk everything for love."