Chapter 790 Everyone Is Waiting For Her
"Josh, it''s been ages. You seem like a different person." Abigail grinned as she lifted the ss he
handed her and finished it in one gulp.
Josh stared at her in astonishment and took a while to gather his thoughts before finally responding,
"You never used to drink so boldly before."
She set her ss down, let out a soft sigh, and remarked, "Really? I hardly remember my old self
anymore."
Josh felt a pang in his chest. He reached out to grasp her hand and, with tears welling up in his
eyes, said, "When I was washing Andrew, I saw the bullet wounds on his shoulders and chest. I
couldn''t help but wonder, if it weren''t for him, would I ever see you again?"
Andrew shared many stories about Abigail while he was bathed.
During those six months, she had endured gunfire and even lost her sight.
When she chose Simond, she lost her vision, and for the sake of their group and Larry, she had to
give up the opportunity to leave with Sean.
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"It''s all behind us now." Abigail avoided dwelling on the past, as the thought of having blood on her
hands inevitably filled her with self-loathing.
Josh tightly squeezed her hand and said desperately, "You won''t leave again, will you?"
"I''m not quite sure." She was torn between the desire to stay after her return and the lingering
memory of Luna. Despite wanting to stay, she couldn''t shake the feeling that more unforeseen
events might arise in the future.
She needed to figure out who sent those two messages. If it was Luna, she had to go save her.
"Abigail, you''re not a superhero. You''ve done enough. Let me handle the rest and consider it my
contribution to Luna!" Josh couldn''t bear to see her put herself in danger again.
This time, she had someone like Andrew, who was as innocent as a child, helping her, but she
might not be so lucky next time!
"But you can''t do anything. You don''t know what I''ve been through in the past six months," Abigail
said in a low voice to Josh. She wouldn''t have been able to be who she was without enduring
that harsh environment.
Simond only taught her gun skills andbat for a month, but she gave it her all to learn. And it
was because of her willingness to endure hardship in training that she learned to kill someone when
it was necessary.
After killing someone for the first time, she changedpletely.
Josh was in a secure environment, and he was oblivious to the potential crises lurking outside.
Luna was in Perou, not Eswadia.
Josh wanted to take Abigail''s ce because he didn''t know, but now her words left him speechless.
Abigail smiled. "Josh, you needn''t worry about me anymore. I''ve toughened up."
"Are you unable to sleep because of Sean?" He didn''t want to talk about this and immediately
changed the subject.
She toyed with her wine ss for a moment before breaking the silence with a smile. "Not really.
I''ve just returned and haven''t adjusted to the time difference."
He took her wine ss, filled up half of it, and then said slowly, "Everyone knows you too well. You
can''t deceive me."
ording to Andrew, she cried buckets of tears upon returning to the ship the day she decided to
let go of Sean.
From Josh''s point of view, Abigail was reserved in disying her emotions and mostly kept her
struggles to herself. Knowing that she cried like that, he knew her pain was genuine.
Abigail finished her drink in one gulp before cing the ss down. "I''ll be visiting Grandma in
Quinn Vige tomorrow, so I won''t stay upte with you."
She walked away with ease.
…
Back in her room, sleep still eluded Abigail.
Shey in bed, lost in thought, and only drifted off as dawn approached. Even in her dreams,
everything was chaotic, with the past merging into a jumble of messy memories.
When she woke up, she discovered it was only 8:30 a.m.
She felt surprisingly alert, as if she didn''t need sleep at all.
When she headed downstairs, she found Scarlett humming a tune while preparing breakfast.
Abigail leaned against the kitchen door, sniffed, and asked, "What are you cooking? It smells
delicious."
Startled, Scarlett turned around and scolded. "You scared me half to death! Of course, I''m making
your favorites. Come, taste my homemade pasta."
During Abigail''s six-month absence, Scarlett stayed with Analise and learned from her how to make
arancini and various kinds of pasta.
She feared that Abigail wouldn''t return for a long time, and if Analise passed away before her return,
she would miss the meals she cooked and feel regretful.
"Okay." Abigail smiled.
She picked up a fork and knife, took a bite of the pasta, and paused.
Watching Scarlett, Abigail''s eyes slowly welled up with tears. "Did you learn from Grandma?"
"Yeah, I was afraid you wouldn''te back for a long time, so I spent six months learning. Are they
delicious?" Scarlett''s face was filled with tenderness.
Abigail sniffed softly and reached out to hug Scarlett. "Thank you, Mom... Thank you for taking care
of Grandma for me."
At one time, she thought she didn''t need parents as long as she had Analise.
But when she encountered difficulties, she realized having more family members around was
comforting.
Scarlett gently patted her back and said joyfully, with a tinge of emotion in her voice, "Abigail, I''ve
always missed you. I''m d you''re back. I was afraid I wouldn''t even get to see you."
Abigail always understood that Scarlett was gentle but also obsessed.
In the past, thetter was terrified of aging without Abigail by her side and feared her daughter
wouldn''t recognize her. So, she did everything she could to preserve her youthful appearance. Now,
for Abigail''s sake, she stubbornly learned to make the unfamiliar pasta and arancini from Analise
even though she had bad culinary skills.