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With the Taylor mother and daughter gone, Abigail had a good night's sleep.
Coming downstairs feeling refreshed in the morning, she saw Lincoln Green looking grim.
"Kneel!"
Before Abigail could get close, Lincoln Green shouted in a low voice.
Abigail looked up at this forty-five-year-old man in his prime, the biological father of the original owner, and found it amusing inwardly, but appeared innocent on the surface. "Dad, why?"
"Why? You still have the face to ask me why?" Lincoln Green trembled with anger, stepping forward to point at Abigail's nose!
"Why don't I have the face?" Looking at the so-called father who scolded her without distinguishing right from wrong, Abigail calmly asked back.
"You… you still don't know you're wrong?" Lincoln Green felt that the daughter in front of him was somewhat different from before, but he couldn't tell how.
Abigail shook her head. "What should I know?"
