Abigail’s Second Life (Abigail and Sean)

Observing Eric from afar, Abigail felt a complex mix of emotions stirring within her.

Once known for his confidence, generosity, and sincerity, he now appeared subdued amidst his current circumstances.

"Eric has endured quite a year," Abigail murmured to Sean at her side.

Sean shifted his gaze from the guests to Eric. "He shouldn't have to endure such hardships. A simple call to Josh could resolve any dilemma."

"What about his parents? They shouldn't be implicated in this. Eric went to New Yoke of his own volition, and despite not actively contributing, he still made the effort to go there to offer assistance," Abigail whispered.

Sean sighed with a hint of indulgence, shifting to meet Abigail's gaze. He spoke in a soft tone, "Consider the gravity of the situation; numerous families were entangled in this. Some had suffered total devastation, whereas the Davidson Family had merely endured unemployment and industry blacklisting. Was their punishment disproportionate? From a legal standpoint, it appeared not."

Irrespective of whether Eric's family had profited from the situation, the undeniable truth was that Maisy had concealed Jonell's actions, and the entire Davidson Family had enjoyed significant advantages from his success.

"If Eric hadn't ventured to New Yoke and made a modest contribution, the repercussions could have been dire. Eric possesses potential, yet he opted for mediocrity," Sean concluded, gently caressing her head.

Given the advanced state of the internet, even with his blacklisting from the entertainment industry, he could still engage in live broadcasts.

However, he chose otherwise, simply yearning for a return to a conventional life.

Abigail nodded in agreement, acknowledging Sean's perspective. "Oh, I get it now."

She had previously only considered Eric's bleak circumstances, failing to contemplate the hardships endured by those deceived individuals. Their suffering remained concealed in the shadows, unnoticed by most.

Throughout the entirety of the full moon banquet, which spanned the entire day, the crowd gradually dispersed as night fell.

Upon returning to the hotel room, Abigail soothed her ankle with a massage before calling out to Sean, "Honey."

"Yes?" Sean cradled Phynix, who had just finished crying for milk, feeding him as he responded.

"Nothing. Come sit here." Abigail reclined on the couch, patting the seat beside her.

Sean settled beside her, holding Phynix.

Abigail sniffed. "Do you notice a peculiar odor?"

"Ugh..." Sean grimaced as he carefully placed the bottle down, cautiously unwrapping the baby blanket covering Phynix, only to be met with an unpleasant smell. "He's made a mess!"

Abigail swiftly rose from her seat and moved away. "I'm not dealing with that. You take care of it! I'll go get the diapers."

Sean sighed, rewrapping the baby blanket around Phynix, looking somewhat defeated. "We'll need to change not only the diapers but also the blanket... Perhaps I should ask for Xavien's help." "I doubt Xavien will buy that, knowing this is our own child," Abigail commented, keeping her distance.

In the end, Sean reluctantly took Phynix to the bathroom while Abigail fetched spare baby blankets and diapers.

Upon entering the bathroom, the overwhelming odor greeted them.

Sean refreshed the water and disposed of the soiled baby blanket and diapers in the trash, taking care of the cleanup.

Together, they changed Phynix into clean clothes and a fresh diaper, then made their way back to the room, feeling exhausted.

"Do you still want a daughter?" Sean asked Abigail.

Abigail glanced at the peacefully sleeping Phynix and burst into laughter. "Dealing with one is challenging enough for us. Let's hold off on considering a daughter for now!"

Sean chuckled in agreement. "If you constantly reject him, especially for something as natural as soiling himself, he'll grow up lacking self-esteem."

"Just don't mention to him that he used to make a mess when he was little," Abigail joked as she rolled over, wrapping her arms around Sean's waist.

"Who knows, maybe my parents never told me either," Sean teased back, pinching Abigail's nose. "Are your feet sore?"

"No, they're feeling much better now," Abigail responded.

"I noticed you massaging your legs after spending the day in high heels. It must be exhausting. Let me help. by giving you a massage," Sean said as he embraced her, planting gentle kiss on her hair. "Seeing so many people come to visit our child today, it's as if he's a precious gift you've bestowed upon me. I can't fully express how I'm feeling."

He couldn't articulate it precisely, but amidst the congratulations and as he looked at Phynix, his heart swelled with immense tenderness, making him feel like the luckiest person alive.

"I can sense your deep love for our child. And I'm happy as well. Seeing you both fills me with happiness. It feels like I have everything I need in life," Abigail murmured, nuzzling into his chest.

"For the first time, I feel like I'm submerged in a honey jar. I've never felt more content," Sean said softly, his voice exuding tenderness.

Abigail lifted her head and placed a gentle kiss on the corner of his lips. "As long as we bring each other joy, that's all that counts."

Isn't the deepest kind of love found in the connection of spirit and soul?

As fate would have it, their love for each other was profound.

"Well, it's time to freshen up and go to bed," Sean announced as he lifted her tenderly.

After their shower, Abigail enveloped Sean in her arms, pressing a gentle kiss on his lips. "I still have a longing for a daughter. What's our plan?"

"Phynix is already keeping you busy.

Let's wait until he's three or four years old before contemplating expanding our family. What if we're blessed with another son?" Sean observed as he caressed her hair.