#Chapter54

Margaret let out a dry chuckle, "oh please, stop this foolishness. Contended with what you have? What do you have? No tell me, what do you have, what are you contended with? A house in dire need of repair and that is not even yours? You are sick with breast cancer but you can't even afford money for your surgery, yet you say you are contended with what you have. Spare me that rubbish and take the money you and I know you need."

Abigail was surprised when she mentioned her illness; she knew she didn't tell her so how did she know about it? She pushed the thought...