Chapter 880

Before long, Oliver returned home with a young woman in tow. Abigail stepped out of the car and stood behind him, following him into the house. As they entered the living room, all eyes instantly fell on Oliver and the shy, youthful woman by his side. If Grace exuded the warmth of a married woman and mother, and Hazel carried the confident charm of a senior in college, then Abigail was the picture of a fresh high school graduate. She looked innocent and appeared to have barely stepped into adulthood. Peter was the first to speak. "This must be Abby, right?" Oliver nodded, gesturing for Abigail to come forward. "Go ahead. See if you recognize anyone." Abigail wasn't shy. She sweetly greeted Peter, Juniper, and Jason. Juniper had no daughters of her own. She smiled warmly, a mix of envy and fondness on her face. However, there were three people in the room Abigail didn't know well. Gathering her courage, she addressed Grace, "Hi, Grace." She then turned to Hazel and Shawn. "You