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Margaret was furious. "Keith Jackman, are you mute or deaf? Or is it that none of you respect me anymore?"Keith's voice could be heard on the phone after a while. "Nova has taken over Zane Corporation, and I still have a lot of work to do. I'll hang up now. When I'm free, I'll visit you at the Zane residence."After saying that, Keith actually ended the call. He was extremely brave.Margaret thought, 'Keith still speaking like that when the news of Zane Corporation changing control and Nova being back as the leader is all over the place showed that Zane Corporation isn't in trouble.'She was not worried as she said, "This brat hung up on me."At the same time, she could hear another voice. "Old Madam, you're here too."It was Kane. It had not been long since Kane and Margaret last met, but she found him looking much older. "Kane, what's going on with you? You look like you've suddenly aged several decades."Kane responded, "I'm fine. I heard that Abigail had an allergic reactio

Kane nodded. "Xander felt that he didn't have much time left, and was afraid that Abigail wouldn't be able to carry on without him. So, he made arrangements for her in advance."Margaret angrily said, "So foolish!"Kane remained silent.Margaret continued, "He didn't even consult Abigail before deciding for her. Did he think what he did was noble? It wasn't. It was selfish."Kane could not stand anyone speaking negatively about Xander, even if Margaret was Xander's family member. "Xander wasn't being selfish. He was afraid. He did his best to minimize any potential harm to Abigail.""So, even I can't see him one last time if he's about to die?" Margaret looked at Kane. Her tone gradually softened. "He's always been considerate of Abigail, but has there ever been a moment when he thought of me, this lonely old woman?"Tears welled up in her eyes as she spoke. But she did not want others to see her vulnerable side. So, she turned around and continued saying, "Did he ever think that

Ronan had some truths he was afraid to say out loud. He was sure that Abigail had forgotten him. Even if she remembered, he did not think she would like him back. He once told Johann he would make Abigail his wife in a year. But Johann said he only had half that time. Ronan agreed, even though he thought it might not happen. He did not want to miss another chance.Johann did not know what Ronan was feeling. He nodded and said, "You're spot on, Ronan. It doesn't matter nowadays if someone was married before or has kids. Liking someone is more important than that. And Abigail, you've got smarts and looks. Don't be sad about your past. To me, you're tops."Abigail stayed silent. She was not down on herself; she was hinting she did not want to get married again. She figured Johann and Ronan got the message but were acting clueless. Then, she decided to just tell it straight. "Let me just say what's on my mind, Grandpa."Johann said, "Sure, tell me."Abigail went on, "I'm not interested

Abigail knew this day was bound to come, but she did not expect one so soon. She sighed and thought, 'Xander was the bond between me and Margaret. Once he and I ended our marriage, the bond broke, and so did my connection with Margaret. I can't point my finger at anyone else. It's on me. I saw it coming and should've been ready for it. I wasn't, and that's why it's really stinging now.'Abigail touched her belly and peered out the window with a heavy heart. Across the street, she noticed a new sign that said [For Sale], directly opposite her balcony. That sign was not there just two days ago. Seeing it now made something inside her ache, sending a sharp pang through her body.She murmured to no one, "It hurts, Grandma, so much." She steeled herself, as she had done many times before. "You've got this, Abigail," she reassured herself. "Xander has his life, you have yours. It's fine he's selling the apartment. No tears now. Remember, Grandma taught you to be strong, right?" Yet, despit

Abigail lately divided her time between sketching comics and devoting herself to the My Married Life script. She was determined to polish her work, tirelessly revising until each piece just clicked. In her comic days, frequent revisions led to publishing gaps, drawing reader complaints that initially upset her. Now, she had grown a thicker skin and remained undisturbed by criticism, focusing solely on her craft.Her partnership with Ripplewood Films added no pressure to the mix. They encouraged her to write at her own pace, ensuring her complete contentment with the script. This leisurely schedule was not solely for creative refinement; it also aligned with the anticipated return of Stella, their preferred lead actress, from her leisurely break.Stella took a six-month break, and following that, she was scheduled to film a historical drama arranged by her manager, expected to take another three months. This scheduling meant it would be nine months until she could start shooting the n