Abigail’s Second Life

Chapter 357 Is Grandpa Poisoned? Since Runway Capitalis had officially invited her, Abigail would be offending quite a handful of people if she were to reject them." It was undeniable that the channel was quite skillful. They weren't afraid of her refusal, as they could pull any means to make her agree to it.

After hanging up the phone, she couldn't help but let out a sigh. She dialed the number of the person in charge at Runway Capitalis again, finalized the contract signing date, and achieved preliminary cooperation with them. "Rest assured that this show won't air so soon, Ms. Quinn. It will definitely air after the TV series, and it won't affect the series' popularity," the person in charge at Runway Capitalis reassured her. Abigail hummed in response, but she was well aware that it was just a polite statement.

If they truly didn't care about the series' popularity, why not air it earlier? They probably wanted to distance themselves in case something went wrong with the series.

After hanging up the phone, she pulled a long face.

Runway Capitalis had good online reviews, but their actions behind the scenes made her genuinely uncomfortable.

On the day she planned to sign the contract, she received a call from Sean as soon as she boarded. the plane. "Where are you now?" Sean's tone was filled with urgency.

"What's wrong?" Abigail leaned back in her seat, her tone indifferent.

"Something's happened to my grandpa, and I'm currently abroad. Could you check on him first? I won't be able to return until tomorrow morning," he said.

"Alright, but-" Before she could finish her sentence, there was noise on his end.

"Please make sure you go and see him. My signal is bad here-Grandpa-poisoned- Beep, beep, beep.

The call was abruptly disconnected before Sean could complete his sentence.

Even after multiple tries, Abigail couldn't reach him.

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1/3 Sensing the urgency of the situation, Abigail grabbed her luggage and was prepared to disembark, but a flight attendant stopped her.

"Ma'am, the plane is about to take off. Please return to your seat immediately." "I have an urgent matter. I need to get off the plane!" Abigail told the flight attendant.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. It's not possible now. The plane is already taxiing. Please return to your seat," the flight attendant uttered respectfully.

"I really have an emergency..." Abigail clutched her phone. She had never seen Sean so desperate, and Colby had always been kind to her. If something serious had happened, it was essential for someone to be there with him.

"I will discuss this with the cabin manager. Please wait here," the flight attendant suggested as she noticed the look of anxiety on Abigail's face.

Soon, the cabin manager arrived while the other flight attendants worked to calm the other passengers.

"My family member is in poor health, and there is no one with him. I need to go back to take him to the hospital," she explained to the cabin manager.

The cabin manager nodded. While making a phone call, he explained to Abigail, "We need to communicate with the air traffic facility on this matter. Without instructions from them, we can't halt the plane's journey." She nodded, biting her lip.

However, half an hour had passed since they made the call, and the cabin manager had not received any instructions from the air traffic facility.

Holding her phone in hand, she could already feel that her forehead was covered in sweat.

"Ma'am, we can only continue to taxi on the runway for now. I'm going to explain the situation to the control tower once again. Are you sure you want to get off the plane?" the cabin manager asked as there was still no response from the authorities.

Abigail felt a sense of despair, but she still nodded and answered firmly, "Yes." The cabin manager had no choice but to continue making calls to the control tower. After nearly an hour, she finally signed the voluntary agreement to terminate her journey and disembarked.

After exiting the airport's security area, she received a call from the person in charge at Runway Capitalis. "May I ask how long it will take for you to arrive? We've already made the arrangements here and are waiting for you." 2/3 Carrying her luggage, Abigail tried to get a cab. Apologetically, she said, "I'm afraid I can't make it today. There's an emergency with my family, and I've already disembarked. I'm sorry."

After hearing that she hadn't boarded the plane, the person on the phone had a change in tone. "That's just not right, Miss Quinn. We have so many people waiting for you here, and you only mention this now. I've already made all the arrangements, and you tell us that you can't make it. Can you please arrange to cback within three hours?"

"Is the contract more important than a human life? There's no way I can make it today, no matter how much tyou give me. I'm truly sorry, but I can't cimmediately," Abigail apologized, suppressing her anger. "Miss Quinn-".

"Sorry, I have to get in the car now. I'll talk to you later," Abigail uttered before hanging up the call.

When she made it all the way to Graham Estate, the gate was locked, and no matter how hard she rang the doorbell, it seemed futile.

For the first time, Abigail decided to call Lina, but the phone continued to ring with no answer. Due to that Abigail had no choice but to go to the hospital. She had no idea how Colby had been. poisoned. After making a dozen calls in a row, she finally got through. "Hello, Old Mrs. Graham-" "Why are you calling Grandma?" Kelly's voice cthrough the phone.

Abigail frowned but still asked, "Is Old Mr. Graham poisoned? What's going on?" "That's none of your business, isn't it? You couldn't be reached when we called you, so what use is it for you to cwhen he's already admitted to the hospital?!" Kelly scolded angrily.

Simmering with anger, Abigail rebuked, "I'm asking you what happened?! Were you the one who did it?!" "What kind of nonsense are you spilling?" Kelly pretended to be puzzled.

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