Abigail's Second Life novel Chapter 674

After taking a moment to think, Ronaldo turned to Abigail and said, "Ms. Quinn, if you truly want me to guide you in the right direction, then listen to me. Simond is the most suitable person for this. Let him handle the risks, and you just need to take care of your friend and her child."

"But how can I trust Simond if you don't tell me who he really is?" Abigail said in a low voice.

Ronaldo sighed, "I'm telling you, but you don't believe me. Rest assured, Simond's interest lies in cooperation, not driven by financial motives or desires. Moreover, among all the people in Adral, it was only you who rescued him. That's destiny."

"What destiny? You know about my relationship with Sean; it's not appropriate to say such things," Abigail retorted.

Ronaldo chuckled and then became serious. "Simond has a special identity; I can't reveal it. Maybe you have a negative impression of him, but there won't be any problems if you work with him; I can guarantee that."

After Abigail responded, she hung up the phone.

She leaned back in her chair and brushed her hair back. As she looked at the WhatsApp friend request from Simond on her phone, she became lost in thought.

After much contemplation, she decided to ignore Simond's friend request.

She believed there would always be another way.

The next morning, Abigail was surprised to see Josh coming downstairs for breakfast.

Josh noticed Abigail and nodded slightly. "Morning."

"Morning." Abigail sat next to him, observing his gaunt appearance, and then said, "You've really let yourself go."

Josh, holding a bowl of soup, subconsciously looked at his wrist.

His wrist bones were protruding, very noticeable.

"I know I shouldn't be like this, but I can't control my emotions," Josh sighed, explaining to Abigail.

"Forget about the past. There are so many good women out there; it's not worth it," Abigail picked up a spoon and took a sip of soup, "By the way, after you broke up, did she ever contact you privately?"

"I don't remember," Josh replied. When they broke up a few months ago, he drank heavily almost every day, getting drunk to the point of losing control.

He often dreamt about her—dreaming about the things they had done in bed, in the car, and in various other places. It felt like a ridiculous dream.

Abigail didn't ask any further upon hearing his answer.

In his current state, there was no point in asking.

Sean came downstairs and sat next to Abigail. He took a sip of water and asked her, "Are we going back to Pendorf today?"

"Um... well," Abigail had forgotten about it and made plans to meet with Daniel today.

"You can't go?" Sean raised an eyebrow and asked.

Abigail touched her nose and said, "I was busy last night, and my brain wasn't functioning well. I forgot about today's plan and promised to meet a client."