An unexpected encounter

Abigail went outside and discovered Brad pacing back and forth in front of his cabin.

He hurried over to her and asked, "What did he say? Is he mad at you? Did he scold you?"

Brad seemed to be more anxious than she was.

"I am not sure if he is angry or not. He didn't chastise me, but he did tell me to bring him coffee."

"Coffee?" Brad wrinkled his brow and rested his hands on his hips.

She nodded. "Could you please show me the coffee corner?"

"Uh… yeah… It's on the floor below. There is a recreation area. You will find a coffee machine there."

Abigail strode away after thanking him. She walked into the recreation room. Some employees were playing table tennis, while others sat and talked. When she looked around the room, she noticed the coffee machine in the corner. She went over there, grabbed a disposable cup, and took some black coffee in it.

The coffee was steaming hot, with vapor rising upward. Abigail added a sugar cube to it.

"You are Abigail, aren't you?"

A thin voice from behind drew her attention, and she turned around.

Abigail recognized her. She suddenly became enraged at seeing her. It was because of her that she had started doing a job going against Christopher's will. At this point, she remembered how she and Christopher had argued with each other.

Abigail blamed her for all of this. She wishes she could stay here and keep her husband from falling into the witch's trap.

"It's me. I have started working here… as Christopher's secretary."

"Christopher's secretary?" Vivian chuckled. "You? Are you really qualified for the position?" Her gaze dropped to the coffee cup in her hand.

"You are only eligible to make coffee for him and bring lunch for him from the cafeteria," she mocked her.

"If it had been like this, he would have asked me to leave right away," retorted Abigail. "I am at my husband's office to work for him."

She purposefully mentioned the word "husband" to remind her that Christopher was married.

"I don't think there is a problem if he told me to bring him coffee or food. Other people don't even get a chance to do it. So, stop worrying about what I'm going to do here. "Pay attention to yourself."

She walked past her.

Vivian couldn't take her derogatory remarks. She moved toward the coffee machine and deliberately pushed her from the side.

The coffee spilled over and dropped on Abigail's hand.

"Hiss…" Abigail pulled her face up. Hot coffee burned her delicate skin, turning it bright red.

"Oh, God! Are you all right?" Vivian acted as if she had accidentally pushed her. She had no regret in her eyes.

Abigail glowered at her, suppressing the pain in her hand. She didn't need her fake sympathy. Without responding to her, she went out of the recreational room.

Vivian's face grew cold as she watched her walk away.

Abigail came back to Christopher's cabin and put the cup on the table, drawing her hand back quickly and hiding her hands behind her back.

Christopher noticed the odd look on her face. He tried to look at what she was trying to hide.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Nothing." She shook her head.

"Don't lie. I can tell you are hiding something."

"No… I am fine. Seriously…" She nervously swallowed.

Her response was enough to raise his doubts. Christopher stood up and walked over to her.

Abigail tried to step back, but he grabbed her arm and stopped her from moving. When he noticed blisters on the back of her hand, he lost his composure.

"What the hell happened? Did you drop hot coffee on your hand?" He glared at her.

Before she could explain, he dragged her out. "How irresponsible you are! You cannot do a simple task, and you expect to work here. You know nothing but make me worry."

He drew her into the elevator, which whisked them down to the underground parking area. He ushered her into the car.

"Christopher, I am fine… These are just minor…"

"Are you?" he snapped as he hopped into the car and ignited the engine. "Blisters had formed on your hand. Can't you see? What on earth are you doing?"

He furiously drove away.

Abigail lowered her head and checked her hand. "I…"

"Don't…" He silenced her. "If you're going to apologize, don't do it. I am taking you to the hospital. Let the doctor treat you first. We will talk later."

Abigail kept quiet and didn't open her mouth the entire way to the hospital.

The car stopped in front of the hospital where Abigail frequently came for check-ups.

Christopher could have taken her to any of the clinics nearby, but he preferred to come here because he wanted to speak with her doctor. Before going on the trip, he wanted to make sure that she was fit and that her heart was functioning properly.

He took her to the OPD first to treat her wounds. After waiting for some time, their turn came. Christopher's phone rang just as they were about to enter the doctor's chamber.

It was from the office, and he needed to take it. Abigail entered the chamber alone, and Christopher walked a little away from there to answer the call.

"Yeah… What is the matter?" he asked. "No, no… Don't make any changes. Let me check it first. Check on the issues I have pointed out… Hmm… I will be back in an hour… between, you can talk to Brad. Yup… And one more thing… I want to check the surveillance footage of the recreation room from half an hour ago… Right… in my cabin when I get back. Okay?"

He became frozen when he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure coming out of a chamber.

His eyes were glued to the young lady in a white coat. His heart was pounding as he subconsciously tightened his grip on the phone.

He had not anticipated seeing her here. His thoughts were in disarray.

Sweet and bitter memories from the past flooded his mind.

His chest became heavy with emotion as he murmured in a daze, "Anastasia…"