Abigail’s Second Life (Abigail and Sean) novel Chapter 553

Chapter 553 Do You Still Like It?

Sobs reverberated through the air.

Abigail softly whimpered and whined like a bullied child.

Sean held her close and patted her back. “It’s okay. I’m here.”

Her wails came from deep within her soul.

The sight of her tears distressed Lawrence so much that he raised his hands to cover his forehead and face as tears streamed uncontrollably down his cheeks.

He did not know what he had done to make his beloved family members kidnap his precious daughter… They even wanted her dead!

Lynette ran over and hugged Lawrence. “Uncle, Abby is back. It’ll be fine. Everything will be okay.”

As she said that, she started crying as well.

Scarlett, who was finally wheeled out of the operating theater, was still unconscious.

Abigail and Sean stood up together. Her eyes were red.

“How is she?” Lawrence asked the doctor.

“One of her blood vessels ruptured due to her agitated state. She’s fine now,” the doctor replied.

Abigail couldn’t help but sigh with relief.

Sean tightened his grip around her hand as he gave her a comforting look.

Meanwhile, Lawrence’s legs went weak. He nearly collapsed.

Cameron caught him just in time. “Are you okay?”

“She’s fine. She’s fine…” Lawrence repeated.

Sean could tell that Patricia favored Vincent over Lawrence.

That was why even if Lawrence wanted to punish Vincent, he still had to seek permission from Patricia.

After thinking it through, Sean decided it was best to uncover everything Vincent had ever

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done as soon as possible. Otherwise, the entire family would have to tolerate Vincent’s

presence.

Two hours later, Scarlett woke

As soon as she woke up, she called for Abigail. “Abby! My daughter…”

Abigail swiftly stepped forward and slid her hand into Scarlett’s.

Scarlett gradually calmed down when she felt Abigail’s hand in hers. She stared at Abigail for a few long, silent moments before dazedly commenting, “You look so much like me. You’re beautiful…”

She then placed Abigail’s hand on her chest. “My Abby…”

She couldn’t bear to let go of Abigail at all.

Abigail had no choice but to allow herself to be held.

Lawrence sat near them for a while before leaving the room.

When he returned, he had food in his arms.

“Here’s your favorite drink from when you were young. I didn’t like to let you drink this before. Do you still like it?” he asked, holding out a carton of milk to Abigail.