"Lawyer Jones?" Abigail Green waved her chubby little hand.
Benjamin Jones came back to his senses. His gaze at Abigail Green grew more inquisitive. He began to somewhat believe her words. Could it be that she really had lived with Abby for some time?
Otherwise, how could there be so many similarities in their living habits?
"Oh, the court is in session at ten o'clock on the morning of the twenty-eighth. Remember to attend," Benjamin Jones said, lowering his gaze.
"Thank you, Lawyer Jones. I'll pay your legal fee according to the market rate." Abigail expressed her gratitude.
Benjamin glanced at her. "No need. You are her friend."
"It's different." Abigail felt even more guilty, but there was no way she could tell Benjamin Jones that her soul had traversed into this overweight body.
Especially knowing that he was a firm materialist, he might very well suggest she stay at the best mental hospital in the country.
