Abigail's Second Life novel Chapter 598

"Grandpa… Grandpa!" The voice of the girl was still replaying in Abigail's mind. She couldn't control herself, and she started crying. She grabbed Sean's shirt tightly, crying, though she had no idea she was doing that.

A doctor came charging in, and chaos ensued. Sean had to pick Abigail up in his arms, and he quickly told Analise, "She probably remembered something." Then, he took Abigail out of the room.

Analise took the box and followed Sean.

…

One whole day had gone by when Abigail regained her consciousness. She sat on the bed, muttering, "What happened… to Grandpa?"

"He was announced dead yesterday." Sean looked at her, feeling worried.

Abigail hugged her legs, staring at the white blanket vacantly. Silently.

Sean was still gazing at her, feeling sorrowful. "What did you remember?" Gary just woke up, and he died because he got too mad.

"Just little bits. I saw my younger self throwing paper airplanes while I was on Grandpa's shoulders," Abigail said slowly. "I saw myself falling into the sea. Where's my golden lock?"

Sean took the lock out of his pocket and handed it to her. Abigail took it and held it tightly as she stared at it. "I remember this lock, just a little bit. Do you know why I like designing? Because this lock has always been in my memories. It's beautiful and timeless. I remember a hand holding it while I was trapped under the dark waters."

She now knew that hand belonged to Martha.

Sean pinched her cheek. "Whether you can remember or not means nothing now, Abigail."

Abigail smacked his hand away. "How can you know that? I want to remember everything. All the memories of me and Grandpa." She had a feeling she liked Gary the most when she was little.

"Take your time. The Pearsons aren't in a good state. Patricia seems to hate you a lot," Sean commented.

Abigail's face fell when she heard that. "Because she likes Vincent a ton, even if that man killed her husband."

Sean said calmly, "Wrong. She thinks you killed her husband. None of this would've happened if you hadn't gone to the ward, or so she thinks. She thinks you shouldn't go back home at this moment in time, and she blames your parents for doing this."

"Okay," Abigail commented meekly. Analise isn't getting any younger. I shouldn't make her worry. While Abigail was eating, she asked Analise what she should do.