Chapter 679 Failure Always Happens In Life


    Abigail watched Sean''s swift movements, her eyes widening as she reminded him, "Don''t look at


    me. Look at the knife in your hand. Aren''t you afraid of losing your fingers?"


    "Don''t underestimate me," Sean replied confidently. "After you returned to Capitalis, I spent a year


    and a half learning from Alice."


    Abigail approached him and earnestly said, "Only those who are arrogant make mistakes. I know


    you''re a quick learner, but can you guarantee that idents won''t happen?"


    Hearing her words, Sean found Abigail''s point reasonable and nodded. "I''ll keep that in mind,


    honey," he said tentatively, but to his surprise, Abigail didn''t refute him.


    In that split second, his heart filled with awe. He felt that their remarriage was just around the


    corner, as herck of refutation meant eptance.


    The duo busied themselves in the kitchen for about three hours. When Sean brought out the dishes,


    Analise and Lina couldn''t help but salivate.


    "Let''s forget about that old man and let him y poker as much as he wants. Let''s not let him eat


    these delicacies," Lina discussed with Analise.


    "We can''t finish all of this, though," Analise said, already grabbing some meat from the pot.


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    "Can you wait? They still haven''t said anything. Put it down!" Lina immediately knocked the meat off


    her cutlery.


    Hearing her words, Analise felt tortured. It would be a pity if she couldn''t eat such delicious food.


    "You can eat too, Grandma. Call Grandpa and tell him toe home for dinner," Abigail reminded


    from the kitchen door.


    "You go. I''ll have a taste first," Analise immediately ordered Lina. Compared to them, Analise hadn''t


    eaten anything good for a long time since she had to be very strict about her diet due to diabetes.


    Immediately, Lina went to make the call.


    The kitchen was filled with steam. Abigail and Sean were sweating profusely as they worked


    nonstop.


    As soon as Colby returned, heughed and bragged to Lina and Analise. "I won a thousand dors


    today. I''m on a roll!"


    Old people yed poker for fun, not for money. Thus, even if they lost the game all day, they only


    lost about a thousand dors.


    "Why didn''t you say anything when you kept losing?" Lina stood at the door and handed him his


    slippers. Her tone was filled with disdain.


    "Try saying something nice, will you? If winning was the norm, there wouldn''t be so many failures in


    life, and sess would be within easy reach," Colby said. Suddenly, he sniffed and asked, "What''s


    that smell? Did you hire a new chef? It smells so good!"


    "Sean and Abigail are back. They''re in the kitchen," Lina''s face lit up as soon as she mentioned


    them.


    On the other hand, Abigail heard Colby''s words from the kitchen. She couldn''t help but whisper to


    Sean, "Grandpa has gained some life insights from ying poker. Although that''s great, can he


    keep ying like this?"


    "They don''t y poker for money, so I don''t care. I wouldn''t allow it if it were arge sum of money,"


    Sean replied softly. "He''s right. Failure always happens in life, and sess onlyes once or


    twice."


    Listening to his words, Abigail thought about Colby''s winnings of a thousand dors. For them, a


    thousand dors was just a drop in the bucket. Thus, it was simply for entertainment.


    While the others had already started eating, Abigail and Sean were still busy in the kitchen.


    "Come out and eat. You don''t need to prepare so much," Lina called from the dining room.


    "Coming!" Sean said, lifting a pot of soup with a heat-resistant cloth and cing it on a heat-


    resistant mat.


    When he lifted the lid, Abigail leaned in to take a sniff, but he quickly ced his hand on her


    forehead to prevent her from getting too close. "The steam might burn you."


    "Oh." Abigail straightened up and wrinkled her nose.


    The kitchen was filled with various aromas, making it difficult for her to distinguish the scent of his


    soup.


    "Let''s go," Sean carried the soup out.


    Abigail followed him.


    Colby noticed the two of them emerging from the kitchen. When he saw Abigail, he looked at her in


    surprise. "Abigail has matured significantly. She now resembles a finely crafted jade. That''s


    wonderful. An adult should possessposure and gentleness. It indicates that your heart has


    been tempered."


    Upon hearing his words, Abigail couldn''t help but smile. "Is that so? Well then, do you prefer the old


    me or the current me?"


    "To me, you are the best regardless," Colby sincerely replied. He held different opinions about


    Abigail during each phase of her life.


    Meanwhile, Sean ced the soup in the center of the table. He then sat down and handed a heat-


    resistant cloth to a nearby maid. "Grandpa, tell us about the changes she went through in different


    stages."


    Abigail sat beside him and yfully tapped him. "Why are you talking about me?"


    "I''m curious," Sean nced at her. "I haven''t fully understood who you were before, and I want to


    know what you were like back then."


    Colby picked up a perfectly cooked piece ofmb that emitted a delightful aroma. As he savored the


    delicious food, he reminisced about the past. After deep contemtion, he said, "She was so


    innocent. She would do anything for the sake of love. She married you without even understanding


    the concept of marriage. Back then, she had the courage to risk everything for love."