Abigail’s Second Life

Xavien furrowed his brow as he responded, "I've been investigating, but it seems that the money is being paid to

the streamers from regular accounts. Additionally, these streamers are playing games with those on the

leaderboard, who have also spent millions in the game."

Certain individuals had discretionary incand chose to invest it in games to enhance their in-game

capabilities. This represented their unique approach to gaming.

Sean narrowed his eyes, leaning back in his car seat. He picked up his work tablet, gathered sfinancial

reports from various websites, and handed them to Xavien. "Except for the website Ms. Quinn signed with, all

other websites of this kind are losing money." After Xavien finished reading, he was greatly astonished by the

results.

"What does this tell us? It tells us that running such websites is not profitable. Even websites invested in by large

corporations went bankrupt last year. So why is this one so successful?" Sean always had a feeling that

something was amiss with this financial report. He couldn't afford to have any issues with his business ventures,

as it would also have personal implications for him.

Furthermore, Abigail was also signed with this website. If there were any major problems in the future, Abigail

would be affected as well.

"I'll investigate it thoroughly!" Xavien declared.

"Do you need guidance in your investigation?" Sean asked coldly, looking at him.

Xavien licked his lips and replied, "This is my first tdealing with this kind of business. I really don't know

where to start."

After all, online tipping was not his area of expertise. If there were issues with a solid business, he could spot

them immediately. However, besides the discrepancy in cash flow compared to other websites, he couldn't find

any problems within his investigative scope. This left Xavien feeling like there was nothing else to investigate.

"Consult someone who specializes in the internet. Don't waste your ttrying to figure it out on your own,"

Sean directed him.

It was normal for Xavien to not find anything. This was their first tdealing with internet-related matters. If it

weren't for Sean's unusually keen sense of abnormal cash flow, they wouldn't have discovered the issue with the

website they had invested in.

Back at the Pearson Residence, Sean saw Abigail sitting in the living room watching TV. He had a ton of questions

he wanted to ask her. However, in the end, he held back.

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Sean sat down next to Abigail, glancing at the TV. "Are you sure you can return this afternoon?"

"Yes, | can." Abigail nodded immediately. Then, she asked as she looked at Sean's hand, "You said you were

going to buy my favorite coffee. Where is it?"

"Why do you need coffee after finishing all your tasks? Now that you're back, maintain a good routine and drink

less coffee," Sean said seriously, pinching her hand.

Abigail purposely looked at him unhappily and replied, "But | want to drink something."

"Do you want sfreshly squeezed juice?" Sean suggested, rolling up his sleeves.

Abigail leaned back on the couch, losing interest in watching TV. She felt comfortable with Sean pinching her

hand, so she squinted her eyes and said, "Can you cook tonight when we get home? | miss Alice's cooking."

"Do you crave Alice's cooking, even though you can't remember any of it?" Sean chuckled. "Alright, I'll take

charge of the kitchen tonight."

Abigail swallowed and said, "I can't wait."

"Do you wantto show off my skills at lunch?" Sean moved closer to her.

Abigail looked at him and replied, "No, you were found to be unwell because you were too tired before. You need

to take good care of your health now. Even if you seem to have recovered after two years, you can't start

working hard as soon as you feel better."

Sean nodded and said, "Alright. I'm very happy that you know how to take care of me."

After having lunch, Abigail and Sean embarked on their journey back to Pendorf.

Upon their arrival in Pendorf, Abigail caught sight of Analise, whom she hadn't seen in a long time. As Analise

noticed her presence, she narrowed her eyes and observed Abigail intently.

"I'm Abigail..." Abigail stood by the door, feeling somewhat helpless.

"Oh, Abigail, you've changed so much! Just like Sean. When he returned, | couldn't recognize him. | thought he

was someone else!" Analise approached Abigail, holding her hand and scrutinizing her from head to toe. "You

truly are different. They mentioned you were playing outside, but | suspect you were actually recovering."

Abigail acknowledged Analise's words as not entirely incorrect. However, as she examined Analise's hair, she

couldn't help but notice the more pronounced signs of aging.

"I'm getting old, and my eyes aren't as sharp as they used to be." Analise wiped her eyes with her hand,

appearing somewhat lonely. "When are you planning to get married and have children... I'm afraid | won' be able

to hold on until then."

Abigail held Analise's hand and smiled. "You always think like this. Shall | take you to the hospital tomorrow?"

"She has been going all this time," Lina informed Abigail as she emerged from the house.

"What's wrong?" Abigail looked at Lina, feeling uneasy.

Lina was about to speak when Analise interrupted her, "They just got back. What are you blabbering about?"

"I'm not blabbering. What's the point of hiding it? If you're unwell, you should go to the hospital. There's no

shin it. If you want to spend more twith them, you need to take care of your health. You never listen to

advice!" Lina didn't mince her words with Analise.

Abigail took a deep breath and gazed at Analise. "If you have any problems, you must tell me. | won't get angry.

Why do you always avoid going to the hospital?"