Untold chronicles of power

Chapter hundred Forty-three

As Abigail drove through the city streets, a sense of contentment washed over her, a smile playing at the corners of her lips.

It had been a whirlwind of emotions since she had dropped off Jackson and Sophia at the hospital, but now, finally, she was heading back home.

The city lights twinkled like stars in the evening sky, and the neon signs of billboard light shone over the familiar streets as she made her way through the bustling city.

It had been a couple of days since she had last set foot in her mansion, her mind consumed with worry for her cousin and the impending arrival of the newest member of their family.

But now, as she pulled into the driveway and stepped out of her car, a sense of peace settled over her like a comforting blanket.

Using her keys, Abigail unlocked the front door and stepped into the grand foyer of her mansion.

The familiar scent of lavender and vanilla greeted her as she kicked off her shoes and dropped her bags by the door.

She took a moment to pause