Abigail's Second Life novel Chapter 694

Zack knew that Simond always had suspicions about people's malicious intentions.

And most of the time, his suspicions were accurate.

Human nature, often fragile, couldn't withstand the trials of hardship and the allure of fame and fortune.

"That's also a possibility. She relies on Abigail but doesn't treat her well. She allows her negative emotions to affect Abigail and never considers what's best for her. This is inconsistent with her previous behavior." Zack never denied Simond's suspicions.

"If Luna is on the enemy's side, what Abigail is doing now may be meaningless. Perhaps revenge is not as complicated as we think." Simond narrowed his eyes, his expression cold. "Wouldn't it be a success if everyone is miserable?"

"I just hope Ms. Quinn's perseverance pays off." Zack still believed in Abigail's determination.

Simond let out a mocking laugh. "If perseverance alone guaranteed success, then everyone who persists would succeed. We need to be prepared. Once Luna is no longer useful, we must immediately remove Abigail from her. We can't waste any more time on a sick person."

"Yes," Zack immediately responded.

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When Abigail went out alone to buy groceries, she didn't head straight to the supermarket. Instead, she stood at the entrance, her gaze unfocused as she drifted off.

She needed a moment to quietly release her inner frustration.

Abigail wasn't blaming Luna for making her feel bad; she simply felt as if a heavy weight was pressing down on her chest, making it difficult to breathe.

"Hey... aren't you Alana?" Mr. Horton's voice suddenly rang out beside her.

Abigail turned to look at him and immediately smiled. "Hello, Mr. Horton."

"You seem upset. Do you want to come to my yard?" Mr. Horton could sense what Abigail was going through.

"No. I need to go to the supermarket to buy groceries." Abigail didn't want too much interaction with him, whether he was good or bad.

"I'm going to the supermarket too. Let's go together." Mr. Horton was incredibly enthusiastic.

She couldn't refuse and could only agree with a nod.

As they walked, Mr. Horton introduced her to the local customs of Saraville. Suddenly, he said, "You shouldn't frequent those antique streets. The items there are all fake. A few years ago, I heard that someone was selling radioactive stones, which made many people sick. They were all arrested. Ordinary people like you can't tell the difference."

"Can't we even buy them for fun?" Abigail couldn't help but click her tongue. Nowadays, people would do anything for money, even at the cost of their reputation.

"It's best to test them when you get home," Mr. Horton said, hunching over.

Abigail thanked him for the reminder.

At the supermarket, she selected expensive ingredients, and Mr. Horton helped her choose.

"If you truly want fresh ones, go to the market. These are all frozen. No matter how carefully you choose, they've been stored for a long time," he whispered to Abigail after the shopkeeper left.