As expected, Abigail's expression changed when she heard my words. She looked at me seriously and asked coldly, "I've told you so many times. Don't keep blaming Joshua for everything. Joshua is Joshua, and you're you. Don't mix up your issues with each other."
Abigail's words made me lose what little desire I had to continue this topic. I only nodded indifferently and said calmly, "Alright, I understand."
"Don't worry, I'll definitely keep my promises to you. As for any other issues, there's no need for us to continue discussing them.
Abigail's expression darkened as she asked angrily, "There's no need for us to continue discussing them? Why? Is that what you think about me?"
I laughed derisively at myself as I shook my head coldly. "Yes, because I won't be able to tell you what you want to hear."
I added, "You won't be able to tell me what I want to hear either. Hence, there's no need for us to continue torturing each other like this."
Those words put a stormy expression on Abigail's face. She didn't say anything else but quickly turned and left.
Once Abigail left, I was finally able to relax completely. After all, her presence here would only bring me pain and torment.
Every time I saw her, it would make me feel immeasurable pain and agony to such an extent that I hoped never to see her again.
To me, the name Abigail no longer referred to the only lover I would have in this life. Now, that name meant a hopeless spiral into the abyss and the despair of being trapped in hell with no way out.
After Abigail left, I suddenly received a text message from her. She told me that the new housekeeper, Harriet King, had just arrived.
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