Abigail’s Second Life (Abigail and Sean)
Chapter 245

Chapter 245 For Her Sake

Josh saved me. I should be thanking him for it, but I'm scared," Analise confessed, her hand tightly linked with Abigail's. Her eyes were clouded with worry. "Don't be scared, Grandma. What will be, will be," Abigail reassured her.

Analise's emotions changed rapidly, but she quickly replaced her conflicted expression with a loving gaze, saying, "You must be hungry. I'll get food ready."

"Okay." Abigail nodded, not dwelling on Analise's quick change of mood.

When Sean returned to his residence, he received a call from the police, informing him that Joan had been acquitted and released due to insufficient evidence. This outcome didn't surprise him; he had expecte

her.

As the call ended, Sean received a message from Cameron.

'Joan wants to see you.'

He stared at the message with a cold, calculating look for a few moments before replying.

'Let her wait. I'll think about it when I have time."

'Okay.'

'Have you checked Eric Davidson's recent purchase history, as I asked?'

'Still working on it. I found some other news. The Pearsons have brought a young woman home!

Sean immediately called Cameron to discuss this new development.

"Does this mean Abigail isn't the Pearsons' daughter?" When Sean saw Josh, he was almost confident that a simple DNA test would confirm the truth.

"Yes, according to the investigation, that young woman has already done a DNA test, and it's a perfect match with the Pearson Family's elders," Cameron replied in a grave tone.

Sean's expression darkened, and after a brief pause, his voice turned icy with a hint of danger. "So, Eric and Josh returning to Capitalis means they plan to abandon Abigail.”

Initially,

this seemed like a good thing for him. Without Eric and Josh, he could deal with Joan alongside Abigail without any interference. Their sudden return disrupted Abigail's life, as they had gone to great lengths t thought, leaving her in the lurch.

Sean coldly instructed, "Don't let anyone inform her about this. I don't want her disappointed or

hurt."

"Yes, sir," Cameron hurriedly replied.

"Book a ticket to Capitalis for me. You don't need to come with me. Just keep a close eye on Joan. Do not let her

get up to anything. Cameron, if she ever does anything that hurts Abigail or Analise, you can stop showing up

to work." Sean hung up right after that. He had to check out the Pearsons' daughter for Abigail's sake. He had to see how chaotic and sly the family was for them to dare make a mess in Pendorf.

The next day, Abigail arrived at L.Moon to replace Anthony waiting for her in the waiting area. "You must be busy."

"What brings you here, Mr. Booker?" Abigail asked as she glanced at her office. Judging by the soft chatter from within, she was sure he did not come alone.

"I need your help. How the tables have turned. Now, I'm the one begging you." Anthony smiled brightly as he sat down and sipped his tea. Then, he looked up at her with a reluctant look. "What is it? I'll help you wherever I can," she replied, sitting in the armchair beside him.

"You are a celebrity now. A television executive I know wants to invite you as a guest on a show to discuss traditional outfits. Do you mind?" Anthony leaned back and looked at Abigail expectantly. "When is it? I'm quite busy, but I won't say no if the time is right," she answered.

"It'll be in September. We can adjust the date according to your schedule," Anthony said.

Abigail took a moment to consider the offer. She would have agreed to it even if she didn't have the time. After all, she owed him a favor.

"I was afraid Mr. Graham would interfere and give you trouble again, so I'm taking the chance to talk to you while he's in Capitalis. Keep this a secret. Don't tell anyone," he said with a helpless smile. Abigail was taken aback and wondered why Sean went to Capitalis.

"I won't," she said, smiling.

He stood up and invited her into the office to discuss the matter further.

"You're

finally here. Mr. Booker must have informed you, right? I've reviewed the contract, and everything seems promising," Luna remarked, motioning for Abigail to join her as soon as she noticed her presence. "Let's accept the invitation. What does the production want? Do we need to provide any outfits to be showcased during filming?" Abigail asked, walking over.

The slightly chubby man in the room hurriedly said, "Yes. We're working with Miss Smith on

the theme. While it's about historical outfits, the trends change so fast that it's hard to pinpoint a topic the audiences would be interested in."

Several young individuals accompanying the man nodded in agreement, all eagerly looking to Abigail as the key decision-maker in their minds