Abigail’s Second Life (Abigail and Sean) novel Chapter 441

Chapter 441 Pressure From the Pearson Family

At that, Analise realized she might have been demanding too much. She let go of Cameron’s hand and looked dejected. “Please do your best, then. I don’t want Abigail to suffer.”

He looked at her, and after a while, he asked, “You seem to harbor some resentment toward Madam Harper. Is it related to Ms. Quinn’s disappearance?”

She looked around to ensure no one was listening, then spoke in a low voice, “It might not be related to her, but it’s definitely related to her twin sister. I feel it’s the responsibility of the entire Pearson Family for what happened to Abigail, and they can’t escape that.”

“You’re right.” He immediately agreed. “But do you know exactly how Ms. Quinn went missing?”

She fell silent at his question.

Cameron did not press for details but opted instead to console Analise. “It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it. Let me take you for a walk.”

“Abigail didn’t go missing. She was thrown into the sea and suffered a head injury. Now, she can’t remember her biological parents.” Analise walked slowly and began recounting the past to him.

He looked at her with surprise. “So, it was done by Mr. Pearson’s second wife?”

“Yes. I thought she was her birth mother because they looked so much alike, but Mr. Pearson’s first wife also has a twin sister. It doesn’t matter now; Abigail has me doting on her, and her grandfather loves her very much.” She sighed.

Her words made Cameron feel a deep sense of appreciation. Many parents could not treat their biological children as kindly as Analise and Theodore treated Abigail, let alone an adopted girl.

“Ms. Quinn is truly fortunate to have met all of you,” he whispered with a smile.

“We two old folks don’t have any children. Her arrival is our blessing.” Analise’s voice carried an unprecedented softness. “I only hope I can live a little longer to spend more time with her.”

He patted her shoulder. “You will.”

The streets of Capitalis were bustling as it was not long after the New Year.

Cameron and Analise returned at nearly 10.00PM. Upon seeing that Abigail was still working in the workspace, he could not help but murmur, “She’s working so hard.”

In the foliowing days, he had a close-up view of her work routine.

She would never leave the office before 11.00PM. Even on Groundhog Day, she remained hunkered down in her workspace, busy with her work.

“She’s working very hard. From the time she returned until now, she’s been busy working late into the night in just half a month,” Cameron said as he prepared a glass of milk for Abigail, all while discreetly making a phone call to Sean.

At that stage, Sean could only get some information about her from Cameron. “You don’t know how to persuade her? You’re with her, but you can’t do anything? His voice conveyed his unhappiness,