Abigail’s Second Life - Season 3 Episode 65

The weather in July was getting hotter. What frustrated Abigail was that the Davidson Family unilaterally canceled the design she had just completed for Eric’s grandmother. Of course, they had also audacio

usly forfeited the initial twenty percent deposit.

Her assistant was so furious that she ranted for about ten minutes. “Why didn’t they inform us about thi

s earlier? They were wasting our time. Do they think designing is something easy?”

“You’re getting me all riled up. Hurry up and get some ice cream. We can cool down together” Although

Abigail maintained a calm facade, she was also internally dissatisfied. She knew Eric’s actions had likel

y angered his family, so they were venting their anger on her. Not wanting her design was probably the

start of a show because she was sure there would be more awaiting her.

Still, she could not believe this matter had become her fault when it was Eric who confessed to

her.

While Abigail was in thought, the assistant returned with the ice cream. She opened the packaging for

Abigail and continued, “The Davidsons are being petty about this. Eric likes you, not the other way arou

nd. So, why should they make things hard on you?”

“Let’s have some ice cream to cool off.” Abigail knew that her assistant was standing up for her. Althoug

h her assistant was usually gossip–prone, she was on Abigail’s side when crucial moments

occurred,

As Abigail spoke, her phone rang. Seeing that it was Eric calling, she answered the call. “I’m aware of t

he canceled order. There seems to be a misunderstanding, but it wasn’t my parents‘ or grandmother’s i

ntention for this to happen,” he explained anxiously.

“It’s fine if you cancel it. Let’s say L.Moon is put online for people to purchase it. Will your family come a

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nd say this isn’t what they want?” she asked calmly,

Facing her question, Eric felt ashamed. After all, his impulsive decision caused her so much trouble,

“I’m sorry about these, but I can’t evade what’s already happened or what’s next. I just want to tell you t

hat no matter what, I will stand by your side and protect you. You don’t need to sell this design to anyon

e else. I’ll buy it from you.” He acted as if he was ready to stand alongside her to

face this.

Hearing his words, Abigail frowned. “You’re not the only customer who cancels the order, Eric. However

, there’s a rule in our studio. If a customer cancels an order without any valid reason, we’ll blacklist the

m and cease any chances of cooperation. Even if we know each other, I will not sell the design to you.”

Seeing that she was going to discuss important matters, her assistant quickly left the office.

With this statement, Abigail had added Eric to the studio’s blacklist. In the future, unless a director from Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

his film crew ordered clothes, L.Moon would not cooperate with individuals related to him or himself.

“I’m still investigating this matter. I don’t know why the order was

was canceled-” His voice was

hoarse.

She interrupted him and said, “Eric, although you’re prepared to face the challenges with me, I don’t wa

nt any of it. I’m an innocent victim. I don’t need to bear the trouble your family has caused me, nor do I

need to face all of this with you, let alone acce

the consequences your family wants to teach me.”

Eric said nothing and breathed shakily.

“If the person you like has to suffer with you, maybe you shouldn’t like anyone at all. If your/ family are

such characters… I’m sorry, but there’s not even the slightest chance we’ll be together.” Then, she imm

ediately hung up the phone. Initially, she thought the Davidsons were wonderful people since they coul

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d raise someone like Eric. However, she

lized she had been wrong.

“What’s gotten you so angry, little junior?”

She looked

Just as she set her phone down, she heard Anthony’s voice from her office do and was surprised. How

ever, recalling what Sean had said, her feelings became somewhat complex.

“It’s just something work–

related. I’m not a saint, so there are times I will get angry,” Abigail replied jokingly.

over

Anthony walked over and sat down on the couch. Although he appeared casual, he was guessing if she

was saying those words to him on purpose. Ronaldo had told him

what Sean had said in Eastbay but did not know what impression Abigail currently had of him. Hence, h

e was here today to make up for it.

“We have a class reunion next week. The professor said you must attend it,” he informed, looking som

ewhat troubled.

“Why would they suddenly organize a class reunion?” she asked, sending a spoonful of ice cream into

her mouth.

Anthony did not answer her question. Instead, he smiled and said, “You still love eating ice cream on h

ot summer days, don’t you? I remember back in the days, you used to eat it all the time in the

summer.”

“Is that so? I eat it anytime,” she replied, avoiding his topic.

Her response left Anthony somewhat stifled.

“You’re now famous in our design department. The professor probably wants to use the reunion

as an opportunity to ask for your help,” he explained.

Abigail understood that. After all, whenever there was a notable figure in the department, the

school would usually use them as a role model for the juniors Even the professor who had taught

them in the past would feel proud of their alumni,