Chapter 679 Failure Always Happens In Life

Abigail watched Sean's swift movements, her eyes widening as she reminded him, "Don't look at

me. Look at the knife in your hand. Aren't you afraid of losing your fingers?"

"Don't underestimate me," Sean replied confidently. "After you returned to Capitalis, I spent a year

and a half learning from Alice."

Abigail approached him and earnestly said, "Only those who are arrogant make mistakes. I know

you're a quick learner, but can you guarantee that accidents won't happen?"

Hearing her words, Sean found Abigail's point reasonable and nodded. "I'll keep that in mind,

honey," he said tentatively, but to his surprise, Abigail didn't refute him.

In that split second, his heart filled with awe. He felt that their remarriage was just around the

corner, as her lack of refutation meant acceptance.

The duo busied themselves in the kitchen for about three hours. When Sean brought out the dishes,

Analise and Lina couldn't help but salivate.

"Let's forget about that old man and let him play poker as much as he wants. Let's not let him eat

these delicacies," Lina discussed with Analise.

"We can't finish all of this, though," Analise said, already grabbing some meat from the pot.

"Can you wait? They still haven't said anything. Put it down!" Lina immediately knocked the meat off

her cutlery.

Hearing her words, Analise felt tortured. It would be a pity if she couldn't eat such delicious food.

"You can eat too, Grandma. Call Grandpa and tell him to come home for dinner," Abigail reminded

from the kitchen door.

"You go. I'll have a taste first," Analise immediately ordered Lina. Compared to them, Analise hadn't

eaten anything good for a long time since she had to be very strict about her diet due to diabetes.

Immediately, Lina went to make the call.

The kitchen was filled with steam. Abigail and Sean were sweating profusely as they worked

nonstop.

As soon as Colby returned, he laughed and bragged to Lina and Analise. "I won a thousand dollars

today. I'm on a roll!"

Old people played poker for fun, not for money. Thus, even if they lost the game all day, they only

lost about a thousand dollars.

"Why didn't you say anything when you kept losing?" Lina stood at the door and handed him his

slippers. Her tone was filled with disdain.

"Try saying something nice, will you? If winning was the norm, there wouldn't be so many failures in

life, and success would be within easy reach," Colby said. Suddenly, he sniffed and asked, "What's

that smell? Did you hire a new chef? It smells so good!"

"Sean and Abigail are back. They're in the kitchen," Lina's face lit up as soon as she mentioned

them.

On the other hand, Abigail heard Colby's words from the kitchen. She couldn't help but whisper to

Sean, "Grandpa has gained some life insights from playing poker. Although that's great, can he

keep playing like this?"

"They don't play poker for money, so I don't care. I wouldn't allow it if it were a large sum of money,"

Sean replied softly. "He's right. Failure always happens in life, and success only comes once or

twice."

Listening to his words, Abigail thought about Colby's winnings of a thousand dollars. For them, a

thousand dollars was just a drop in the bucket. Thus, it was simply for entertainment.

While the others had already started eating, Abigail and Sean were still busy in the kitchen.

"Come out and eat. You don't need to prepare so much," Lina called from the dining room.

"Coming!" Sean said, lifting a pot of soup with a heat-resistant cloth and placing it on a heat-

resistant mat.

When he lifted the lid, Abigail leaned in to take a sniff, but he quickly placed his hand on her

forehead to prevent her from getting too close. "The steam might burn you."

"Oh." Abigail straightened up and wrinkled her nose.

The kitchen was filled with various aromas, making it difficult for her to distinguish the scent of his

soup.

"Let's go," Sean carried the soup out.

Abigail followed him.

Colby noticed the two of them emerging from the kitchen. When he saw Abigail, he looked at her in

surprise. "Abigail has matured significantly. She now resembles a finely crafted jade. That's

wonderful. An adult should possess composure and gentleness. It indicates that your heart has

been tempered."

Upon hearing his words, Abigail couldn't help but smile. "Is that so? Well then, do you prefer the old

me or the current me?"

"To me, you are the best regardless," Colby sincerely replied. He held different opinions about

Abigail during each phase of her life.

Meanwhile, Sean placed the soup in the center of the table. He then sat down and handed a heat-

resistant cloth to a nearby maid. "Grandpa, tell us about the changes she went through in different

stages."

Abigail sat beside him and playfully tapped him. "Why are you talking about me?"

"I'm curious," Sean glanced at her. "I haven't fully understood who you were before, and I want to

know what you were like back then."

Colby picked up a perfectly cooked piece of lamb that emitted a delightful aroma. As he savored the

delicious food, he reminisced about the past. After deep contemplation, he said, "She was so

innocent. She would do anything for the sake of love. She married you without even understanding

the concept of marriage. Back then, she had the courage to risk everything for love."