Without the Taylor mother and daughter, Abigail had a good sleep.
When she refreshedly went downstairs in the morning, she saw Lincoln Green with a gloomy face.
"Kneel!"
Before Abigail could get close, Lincoln Green growled.
Abigail lifted her head to look at this forty-five-year-old man, the biological father of the original owner of her body, and found the situation absurd. Yet, she wore an innocent look, "Dad, why?"
"Why? You have the gall to ask me why?" Lincoln Green was so angry that he could barely stop shaking, pointing at Abigail's nose!
"Why should I feel disgraced?" Looking at the so-called father who scolded her without knowing the details, Abigail asked calmly.
"You…you don't realize what you did wrong?" Lincoln Green felt his daughter was different, but he couldn't pinpoint how.
Abigail shook her head, "What should I know?"
