Abigail’s Second Life (Abigail and Sean) novel Chapter 814

Life was composed of these small details, accumulating one by one and breaking down a vibrant woman filled with longing for love and marriage.

Cameron mimicked her, swaying his body while listening to her complaints.

"Cameron, what's the matter with you? Why didn't you hire a nanny?" Sean asked sternly.

"I did, but they weren't the right fit. She didn't like them," Cameron explained.

Abigail comforted Isla and asked gently, "Why don't you like them?"

"After giving birth, my memory wasn't good; I kept forgetting things. When I saw the nanny stealing the supplements he got, I sent her away. Since then, I haven't hired anyone, just part-time cleaners…" Isla sniffed.

"Don't you think you should have called Cameron back to handle the nanny situation?" Sean muttered to himself, noting that Cameron was running a security company, but his home situation was chaotic.

He seemed more suited to lounging at home.

Isla looked at him with red eyes. "Forget it. We hardly see each other all year. Today, we meet, but tomorrow morning, you'll be gone."

Cameron couldn't help but say, "You don't pay attention to me either."

"How can I pay attention to you when I've been pregnant for so long?" Isla burst into tears again.

"Cameron, if you don't know anything, you better learn how to be a father. You didn't know before she got pregnant, and you still don't know now. Your security company is just average. What's more important, your family or all those things you're doing?" Sean scolded sternly.

Abigail whispered, "Exactly. You're not short on money. You need to prioritize your family. Look at a well-educated girl like her, being worn out by the kids at home all day. Which wealthy woman ends up like this after marriage?"

Isla felt even more aggrieved, but Cameron felt much more at ease than before.

When it was only the both of them, Isla was completely unreasonable.

Both mother and son were crying simultaneously, and Cameron's head was about to explode from the noise.

As Cameron and Sean took the kid upstairs, Abigail and Isla tidied up the house downstairs.

"You've changed a lot, yet at the same time, you haven't changed at all. Don't rush into having children, got it?" Isla advised Abigail tearfully. "Marriage is either the death of love or the death of your figure and freedom."