Landon eyed Abigail with suspicion.


    "What are you up to?" he asked.


    Abigail dashed into the house and came back out half an hourter. Landon couldn''t help but chuckle at her getup.


    "Well? Do you recognize me?" she asked.


    Abigail had on a wig that looked like curly noodles, her hair pulled back. She was wearing makeup that darkened her skin, and there was a big fake mole on her left cheek. Honestly, Landon didn''t recognize her at first.


    With that floral shirt, she looked just like a middle-aged woman.


    "Is this how you''re going out?" Landon asked.


    "Yep, been doing it for the past few days. You wouldn''t know since you''re holed up in the bedroom all day," Abigail replied.


    She adjusted her clothes and grabbed a shopping bag. "I''m your housekeeper now."


    Landon smirked again but didn''t say anything.


    Seeing he had nothing more to add, Abigail turned and walked out.


    Even if there were people outside, they wouldn''t know if there was a housekeeper in his house.


    "Those folks aren''t dumb. If you do this too often, they''ll catch on. Be careful," Landon reminded her.


    "Got it!" Abigail called back from outside the door, and soon she was gone.


    She drove straight to the supermarket.


    Not much was happening here, but over at the Vanderbilt''s, Alvin and Nancy could stay home, while Oliver couldn''t. He had to go out for work and had a few close calls. Like, a runaway car almost hit him, or a flowerpot randomly fell from the sky while he was walking.


    Oliver always had people with him when he went out, but it was still hard to prevent everything.


    These idents weren''t life-threatening if he was cautious. With the recent strict investigations, those people didn''t dare to cause trouble here. But it was still nerve-wracking every day.


    Oliver didn''t tell his family about these incidents, so Abigail naturally didn''t know. Everyone still thought everything was calm.


    Alvin would curse Landon at home when he had nothing to do, but since Abigail was pregnant with Landon''s child, all he could do was fume in frustration.


    After half a month, those little tricks gradually disappeared.


    Landon walked out of the vi, and the police guarding outside had left. Since those people hadn''t found a way to get rid of Landon, they had to pull back for the time being. Abigail couldn''t get Landon to agree to have a baby, so her n failed.


    She and Landon went to the police station together, and their separation was counting down.


    They sat in the office, silent.


    After a while, Abigail spoke first, "Are you leaving Amber Bay soon?"


    Landon shook his head. "Not yet. But I probably can''t go out freely."


    Although she had expected it, Abigail couldn''t help but feel a bit frustrated and fell silent again.


    "Go back early. Don''t wander around; it''s not safe outside," Landon said.


    "Where can I go?" Abigail sighed. She sat there, not leaving, wanting to spend as much time with him as possible.


    But time always passed, just like their original month together, which went by in the blink of an eye.


    Abigail was asked to leave.


    She walked outside and looked back at Landon.


    After a while, she couldn''t help but ask the police, "Sir, can I ask how many years he might be sentenced?"


    The officer shrugged. "Hard to say. He provided evidence before sentencing, so I can''t guarantee the length. We''ll have to wait for the trial. The sentence will depend on the size, frequency, content, source, and effect of his contributions." "Thanks," Abigail said.


    She sighed, walked out, and got into her car. Not knowing where to go, she parked by the roadside and called Quinn.


    The call connected quickly. "Abigail, what''s up?" Quinn asked.


    "Not much, just came out of the police station. Are you home?" Abigail replied.


    "Yeah," Quinn said.


    "What about Alexander?" Abigail asked.


    "He''s here too. Are you looking for him?" Quinn responded.


    "Yeah." Abigail wasn''t sure if the officer didn''t know or just didn''t want to tell her, so she wanted to ask Alexander.


    And she didn''t want to go back to the Vanderbilt family now.


    She didn''t want to be dragged for a prenatal check-up only to find out there was nothing in her belly, which would expose her lie.


    Quinn was a bit surprised. Abigail never looked for Alexander before. Sometimes she wouldn''t evene if she knew Alexander was there.


    It showed how much Landon meant to her.


    "Come on over then. He''s not asleep yet," Quinn said.


    Anyway, things were like this now. Landon''s situation was up to him, and finding Alexander wouldn''t help. Abigail knew this, so she probably wasn''t looking for Alexander''s help. Abigail hung up and drove straight to Regal Riverside.


    Quinn had just finished washing Sprout, put him on the bed, wiped her hands, and went to the study to find Alexander.


    Alexander was on the phone in the study. Seeing here in, he said something to the other side, hung up, and looked at her. "Are they asleep?"


    "No, they''re still in bed. I just came to see if you''re busy," Quinn replied.


    Alexander looked at her, noticing her evasive eyes. "Whether I''m busy depends on what you need."


    Quinn twitched her mouth awkwardly. "Abigail is here."


    Hearing this, Alexander casually picked up a document. "I''m busy."


    "Don''t be like this," Quinn said.


    Alexander sighed, closed the document. "What can I talk about with her? She''s here for Landon."


    "I heard Landon was taken away. Abigail might be in a bad mood. You shouldfort her," Quinn exined.


    Alexander found this amusing, "You want me tofort her?"


    Quinn was stunned. It was obviously impossible for Alexander tofort Abigail. It would be good if he didn''t make things worse.


    "I mean, say something nice. I guess Abigail just wants to know Landon''s final oue for peace of mind," Quinn exined, blinking her eyes. "You don''t want Abigailing here every day, do you?" Alexander raised an eyebrow.


    As they were talking, Briar knocked on the door, "Mrs. Kennedy, Ms. Vanderbilt is here."


    "Let here up," Quinn said.Content ? copyrighted by N?velDrama.Org.


    "Okay," Briar replied.


    Quinn gave Alexander a look and sped her hands together. "Please."


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    I you give me a reward?" Alexander said.


    Quinn asked, "What reward do you want?"


    Footsteps sounded outside, and Alexander said, "We''ll talkter."


    "Alright, I''ll go out first," Quinn replied.


    Quinn turned and left the study, meeting Abigail in the hallway. Abigail walked quickly and grabbed her hand, "Quinn, will he see me?"


    "Yes. Go on in," Quinn assured her.


    Abigail gave her a grateful look. "I''ll talk to youter."


    "Okay," Quinn said.


    Abigail let go of her and quickly walked to the study.


    The door was ajar. She knocked three times, and after a while, Alexander''s voice came from inside. "Come in."