Abigail’s Second Life

"Thank you for your love, darling," Abigail's voice dripped with affection as she expressed her gratitude.

Sean chuckled warmly. "There's no one else I'd rather show kindness to than my darling."

After bidding goodbye on the phone, Abigail decided to pay a visit to the hospital.

Outside the intensive care unit, an elderly couple were engaged in a whispered conversation.

As Abigail approached, she couldn't help but overhear snippets of their discussion.

"Have you confirmed if it was her employer who caused this? If so, I'll go have a word with her this afternoon.

We'll demand 300 thousand, and then we'll finally have enough for Damon's down payment," the woman

murmured urgently.

"I've done sresearch. It's all over the internet," the middle-aged man stated grimly, his voice low but firm.

"But 300 thousand won't even scratch the surface. That woman is practically rolling in money, constantly in the

spotlight, and she's running not just one but two companies!"

After a moment of contemplation, he continued with a steely resolve, "We need to set our sights much higher.

Let's aim for at least 600 thousand."

"Agreed, 600 thousand it is!" the woman affirmed, her determination evident.

The conversation between the duo left Abigail feeling uneasy, and she felt a knot forming in her stomach.

It was often said that children inherited more than just physical traits from their parents. With the kind of

influence and upbringing provided by parents like these, it was hardly surprising that Danielle's path in life

mirrored theirs so closely.

Abigail approached the couple cautiously. "600 thousand?" she interjected softly.

Startled, the couple turned to face her, their expressions shifting from cautious to hostile in an instant.

"You're her employer, aren't you? My daughter's life is in shambles because of you, and yet you have the nerve

to cto the hospital?!" Bella seized Abigail's arm. She tightened her grip and shouted at the top of her lungs.

"I'm telling you, you owe my daughter restitution! Who granted you the authority to mistreat her? Do you

comprehend the hardships she endured to gain admission to art school and secure a position in a reputable

company?!" Stephen's voice resonated with condemnation as he joined Bella in berating Abigail.

"What's with all the commotion? If you wish to quarrel, take it elsewhere!" The abrupt intrusion of the doctor and

his booming voice momentarily silenced Danielle's parents. They instantly fell silent.

"Doctor, how is Danielle?" Abigail inquired anxiously, her gaze fixed on the doctor.

"It's a dire situation. She remains in a state of shock, and unless she regains consciousness within the next 48

hours, our options beclimited," the doctor replied calmly before turning to depart. "You're accountable for

my daughter's plight!" Bella's words dripped with menace, her voice lowered but no less threatening.

Stephen, equally incensed, issued a stern ultimatum. "If you fail to provide compensation, I'll station myself

outside your company every single day, carrying a photograph of my lifeless daughter!" Abigail would never

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If Danielle's parents genuinely loved her, negotiations for compensation might have been more acceptable.

In the midst of the struggle between the three parties, Cindy hurried over and witnessed Danielle's parents

pulling Abigail. She quickly intervened, pushing them away, and exclaimed, "What on earth do you think you're

doing? If you're after money, you'll have to wait until Danielle has fully recovered!"

Her vigilant bodyguard promptly sprang into action. Hence, creating a barrier between Abigail and Danielle's

parents.

Abigail was then led out of the hospital by Cindy.

Overwhelmed by guilt, Cindy's eyes welled up with tears as she turned to Abigail to express her remorse. "I'm

truly sorry. | never should have delved into her past. It was a mistake."

Abigail displayed remarkable empathy by responding in a soft and forgiving tone, "I don't hold it against you."

This incident served as yet another example of the burdensresponsibility often borne by idols, who find

themselves footing the bill for the actions of overzealous fans.

In the heyday of her career, L.Moon

basked in the adoration of a vast

fanbase, reaping substantial

financial rewards from her soaring popularity. However, lurking beneath the surface was a nagging concern that

such fervent adulation might one day backfire. A fear that, unfortunately, materialized sooner than expected.

After seeing Cindy off, Abigail returned to the company headquarters, but instead of immediately entering, she

paused at the entrance and cast her gaze upward.

From a small studio, it had transformed into the skyscraper it was today, accommodating thousands of people. At

its peak, it brought in millions of sales overnight for Flower Meadow.

Like a delicate flower nurtured over time, it bloomed to its fullest before beginning its gradual descent.

After gazing at it for a moment, Abigail let out a soft, contemplative sigh, her head bowed in reflection. Little did

she realize Flower Meadow's fortunes had gradually shifted onto the shoulders of L.Moon. Danielle's struggle was

brief as the hospital swiftly issued a death certificate mere hours after her arrival. That fateful night thrust

L.Moon into the harsh spotlight of public scrutiny.

The praises of before now echoed with equal measures of disdain.

However, Abigail didn't let sadness overwhelm her. Instead, she embraced it with calm acceptance.

Garrett rushed into the office, looking clearly flustered. Yet, upon seeing Abigail's composed demeanor, he found

himself easing into a sense of calm.

"Looks like you've made your peace with it," he remarked as he settled onto a chair by the coffee table. Hence,

abandoning his earlier haste.

"L.Moon has been around for almost

been

four years since its establishment, which is indeed short compared to scentury-old enterprises, but...

fashion trends seem to be like this, fleeting like the lifespan of a flower," Abigail slowly explained to him.

Garrett's smile reflected relief. "I was worried about you, but it seems you've found your way through it."

Abigail asked him, her expression reflecting concern. "L.Moon appears to be facing a downturn, wouldn't you

say?"

Garrett furrowed his brow as he pondered her question. "If Irene's situation were to occur again, would you still

choose to handle it the sway?" he inquired.

Abigail maintained her composure

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as she replied, "I believe so. Given Kevin's strong attachment to Irene, it's imperative that | offer him a

satisfactory resolution, both ethically and practically. And as for Danielle and Floyd's transgressions, can we truly

forgive them? It's simply untenable."

Sometimes, fate cunningly orchestrated events.

By sparing Danielle from consequences, the turmoil surrounding Irene would likely persist within the company.

Eventually, the sscenaplaying out with Danielle would inevitably repeat with another individual.

At the heart of the matter lie the internal challenges plaguing L.Moon.

Despite her eagerness to implement reforms, Abigail understood that sthings were beyond her control as

they were dictated by the whims of fate.

Upon arriving hin the wee hours of the night, Abigail was met with the sight of Scarlett, Lawrence, Luna, and

Josh, all gathered in the living room, their eyes fixed upon her with concern. Without hesitation, she inquired,

"What's troubling you all?"

Luna stepped forward, her voice laced with worry. "The public opinion tonight has been harsh. Are you holding up

alright?"