Abigail's Second Life novel Chapter 695

Luna's expression changed, her brow furrowing with discontent.

"I want you to know that I don't intend to harm you," Abigail reassured, busying herself with clearing the remnants on the tea table.

"Just when I finally have an appetite, you're telling me I can't eat too much..." Luna sighed, frustration evident in her voice.

"If you were consistently having proper meals, do you think I would stop you? Luna, I understand you're not feeling well, but it's crucial for you to maintain a healthy diet. Neglecting your body's needs could have consequences for your future, especially considering your disrupted sleep patterns," Abigail carefully arranged the snacks in the lower layer of the coffee table before rising and making her way to the kitchen.

Luna frowned, watching the television with a displeased expression. After a while, she turned it off.

While Abigail was sulking in the kitchen, she heard Luna slam her bedroom door shut.

At that moment, it felt as if Abigail's emotional defenses had crumbled.

She let out a sigh of frustration, tears welling up in her eyes. She truly wanted to cry and tell Luna that she was also exhausted, but she knew she had no right to do so.

Luna behaves this way because of me. If Vincent hadn't taken Luna to the Golden Triangle, she wouldn't be in this situation. What right do I have to complain to Luna?

After preparing the meal, Abigail knocked on Luna's door.

Luna's room remained silent.

"Luna, if you don't want me to take care of you, I'll go back to Capitalis after this meal. There's something at the company that I need to attend to," she calmly stated from the doorway.

Luna still didn't respond.

"I've already contacted Dr. Mason. He'll make sure you take your medication. I've also found a nanny to take care of your daily needs, so you don't have to worry about meals or cleanliness," Abigail finished, then turned to go to the living room to eat.

As Simond had mentioned, Luna didn't appreciate anything she was doing at the moment.

If she stayed here, their relationship would only deteriorate. Even though Luna's actions were influenced by her illness, she wasn't making an effort to improve. It seemed more like a punishment for both of them.

Abigail had barely started eating when Luna opened her door. She stood in the doorway, her eyes filled with tears. "Do you find me annoying?"

"Your current situation is because of me, and I feel guilty and remorseful. I've been taking care of you for so long, hoping that you would get better, but... Have you ever thought about moving forward?" Abigail asked bluntly, sitting at the dining table.