Abigail's Second Life novel Chapter 632

Sean glanced at Abigail.

Abigail looked at Lawrence and said softly, "You may think I'm heartless, but let me tell you, many children from dysfunctional families have parents like mine. Cutting ties is the only way to make yourself more comfortable."

She didn't hold onto those outdated beliefs, as she only believed in one thing. "If you treat me well, I'll treat you well; if you treat me poorly, don't expect me to show any mercy."

Emotions were meant to be reciprocal, so why should one side endure the pain and accept moral constraints? And why should the one who hurt others be exempt from moral condemnation just because they have no shame?

What kind of logic was that?

"Life may seem long, but it's actually short. It's most important to be good to yourself," Abigail continued.

"I know. I will overcome this hurdle," Lawrence said warmly as he looked at Abigail. "Thank you, Abby. I wouldn't have been able to hold on without you today."

"Have you eaten yet?" Abigail's voice softened.

"Not yet..." Lawrence replied. Their house was in a mess, and their long-time housekeeper had left today because she couldn't bear it anymore.

They came back from work to find an empty house with nothing prepared for dinner, and then Molly showed up with a group of people who caused a scene.

Abigail looked at Sean.

"I'm a decent cook. If you and Mrs. Pearson don't mind, I can show you what I can do," Sean said as he rolled up his sleeves.

"Forget it, we'll just order takeout. You just arrived today, and you must be tired." Lawrence shook his head.

"I'm not tired," Sean immediately replied.

Today, Lawrence's words made him feel guilty. He felt guilty toward Abigail, and he thought that no matter how good he was to her now, it couldn't make up for the past hurt.

"Let him give it a try," she said with a smile. It was the first time she had shown such an expression at home.

Lawrence and Scarlett could only agree.

Abigail followed Sean into the kitchen and asked, "Are you okay? You look tired."

"What's the big deal about cooking a meal? You can go and sit outside." Sean pushed her out of the kitchen.

"I can help, too," Abigail said.

"I only remember your kitchen mishap. I don't know if you can be of any help," he said helplessly as he looked at her.

Abigail felt a bit embarrassed when she thought about the time she accidentally knocked over a pot in the kitchen.

"Alright, then I'll leave the kitchen to you."

Sean nodded.

Abigail returned to the living room and saw Lawrence and Scarlett quietly wiping away their tears. She walked over and handed them tissues.

The pain that parents bring to their children is only known by the children themselves.