Jeffrey Foster glanced at the woman sitting in the wheelchair, her face gradually cracking. Then he looked up and only saw Abigail Green's chubby back. He murmured quietly, "Abigail, Abigail..."
Clearly, they were completely different people, but for a moment, he thought he saw Abigail.
It must have been because of the same name.
Then he pressed his lips together in a slight smile. Abigail was such a proud girl. She probably would never let her weight exceed a hundred pounds in her life.
How could he think they were similar?
But after the amusement came endless bitterness.
There was no other girl in this world as dazzling as Abigail, someone who could draw his attention so easily.
"Good afternoon, Dean Foster!"
"Hmm." The nurse's voice broke Jeffrey Foster's reverie. He waved a hand, regaining his usual grace. He nodded gently, then turned and left.
