After leaving the apartment, Abigail did not want to go back to the villa of the Gates Family. Instead, she got a room at a hotel near the Gates Group.

She curled up on the sofa for a while and then walked to the bathroom to get a towel for her face. She noticed that her eyes looked empty in the mirror. In fact, her heart was emptier.

Her cell phone beeped, but she did not want to answer it at all. However, the person at the other end of the line did not give up. Feeling annoyed, she walked over to pick the phone up and was shocked to see the caller ID.

"Paul..."

In an instant, the gloom in her eyes was replaced by a bright smile.

...

In the evening, Abigail returned to the villa to have dinner with Oliver and help him pack his belongings.

It was quite common for Oliver to travel abroad with his friends. Abigail had been used to it.

The pajamas George had teased her about that day had been changed and washed, and she was in a comfortable, casual outfit and wearing a cute ponytail with a star-shaped hairpin in the bangs, humming a brisk tune.

After answering the call, her bad mood had gone.

There was no point in bothering with a mad dog.

Besides, Abigail had also slapped Meg twice in the face. Before she got back to the villa, the swelling on her cheek had decreased, but there was still a reddish mark.

When Oliver asked, she said she had accidentally scratched herself.

Even though she seemed to be in a good mood, Oliver was dubious.

After packing up all of Oliver's luggage, Abigail went downstairs and asked Mrs. March, "Where's Grandpa?"

"He is in the study." Looking at the marks on Abigail's face and thinking of the bruise she had the day before, Mrs. March said worriedly, "Madam, if you're feeling unwell, you should see a doctor or tell Oliver or George. Don't keep it to yourself."

Abigail smiled, "It's just a bruise and will be gone in a couple of days."

As an adoptive daughter, she had been brought up not to be a delicate girl.

After comforting Mrs. March with several words, she began to think about how to tell Oliver about her wish to move out.

Given the poor relationship between her and George, she knew that life would not be easy for her in the future and decided to make plans for herself early.

When she arrived at the door to the study, her stomachache suddenly occurred.

She lost her balance. Fortunately, Mrs. March, who was walking behind her, swiftly rushed over to hold her and prevent her from falling.

"Madam, is your stomach hurting again?"

She waved her hands, unable to speak, and the stomach cramps had made her be soaked in a cold sweat. Mrs. March hurried to take her back to the bedroom.

She curled up on the bed like a pitiful kitten. Mrs. March tucked her in and went to get some stomach medicine. After taking the pills for a short while, she dropped asleep.

...

She slept soundly that night. When she got up, it was ten-thirty the next morning.

After getting downstairs, she learned that Oliver had left at six. She quickly finished her breakfast and went out for her appointment.

Jane Scott was already in the appointed, newly-opened restaurant. She was wearing a white dress and sitting quietly by the glass wall, her hair hanging about her shoulders.

Jane came from a wealthy and influential family.

Her father was the mayor of City A.

Abigail entered the dining hall with a smile.

"Abigail, how come you have time to call me out to lunch today? Your husband didn't stop you?" Jane let out a heartfelt smile.

Upon seeing the mark on Abigail's cheek, Jane instantly withdrew her smile. "Did Meg Grey hit you again?"

The look in her eyes was grave.

Abigail was stunned for a second, touching the mark and saying, "What a good vision you have."

She had tried to cover it up with foundation but still failed to hide it from Jane.

Her indifferent attitude made Jane feel somewhat agitated. "It's clear. Everybody can see it."