Chapter 1605

"I just got in this morning," Helen teased, a playful smile on her face. "Ms. Fitzgerald, it seems you're making quite the headlines today." "I honestly don't want this kind of attention. I just believe someone has to stand up for my best friend. Everyone else might forget her, but I can't. If I forget her too, it would break her heart," Abigail replied, her voice faltering as sadness washed over her. Helen felt a surge of emotion but struggled to find the right words to comfort her. Back then, it was a choice born out of necessity; the only way to protect more lives was to make sure everyone forgot about Helen. Abigail was blunt, and Helen knew she couldn't reveal the truth. Sharing it would only put Abigail and her family in danger. Noticing Helen's prolonged silence, Abigail realized it wasn't the right time to discuss such heavy topics during their reunion. She quickly shifted her tone, excitedly recounting her recent adventures. "Today is nothing compared to last year when Chandler got engaged. I released over a hundred garter snakes in the lounge, and those people were so freaked out they didn't dare turn off the lights for months! "And the year before that, I snipped a dozen holes in Chandler's suit before a party. He wore it anyway, and everyone thought it was some new trend. I couldn't stop laughing…" "By the way," Abigail paused, a thought occurring to her as she reached to touch Helen's abdomen. "What about your baby? Where's the little one?" "It's not a baby anymore; he's already seven years old," Helen replied with a faint smile. "I'll take you to see him." "Sure!" Abigail exclaimed, completely forgetting the trouble she had just stirred up. She happily linked arms with Helen as they walked back inside. … In the food and drink area, Ivy noticed that Sienna's favorite dessert was all gone, and there were none left at their table. After scanning the nearby long table, she finally spotted the last piece, her eyes lighting up as she reached for it. Just as she grabbed it, a slender hand shot over and snatched the dessert away. "I saw it first," Ivy murmured, trying to claim it. "So what?" the short-haired boy taunted, taking a big bite. "If it's in my mouth, it's mine." Ivy pouted, frustration creasing her face. "You meanie!" At her words, the boy raised his free hand and pushed her to the ground. Ivy cried, covering her face with her hands. Upon hearing the commotion, Lincoln turned to see Ivy being bullied. Without hesitation, he charged over and tackled the boy to the ground, delivering several solid punches. Accustomed to a life of privilege, the boy snapped back to reality after taking a few hits. "How dare you hit me?" "And what if I do? You shouldn't bully a girl," Lincoln replied firmly, showing no mercy. He believed a real man stood up for those who couldn't defend themselves and had no tolerance for such behavior. Furious, the boy began to fight back, and soon they were locked in a fierce struggle, both refusing to back down. However, Lincoln's size gave him the upper hand, and he quickly overpowered the boy, pinning him to the ground. "Ouch! My arm! It's broken!" "Quit lying. A guy's bones aren't that fragile!" "It really hurts! Let me go!" "I won't let you go until you apologize to Ivy!"