Chapter 1865

"Who's there? Who's speaking?" Alice exclaimed, her nerves fraying as she scanned the area, wondering if she was imagining things. In the next moment, a figure descended from the sky, and Abigail landed gracefully in front of them. Abigail had initially planned to observe Helen's married life from the shelter of a tree, curious to see if true love added excitement to marriage. Instead, she had stumbled into this absurd situation. "I've seen you before. You're not Jenson's fiancée, so what are you doing sticking your nose in things that don't concern you?" Alice said, clearly irritated by the interruption. "Protecting the environment is everyone's responsibility," Abigail replied, lifting her chin arrogantly. "I can't stand seeing trash running around—what's the problem with that?" "Who are you calling trash?" Alice shot back, hands on her hips. "Seriously, everything you love belongs in the trash—so what does that make you if not garbage? I just can't figure it out. You're shamel