Untold chronicles of power

Chapter hundred Thirty-eight

As Abigail stood in the living room, her head swirling with questions, she couldn't help but feel a sense of disbelief at the revelations that had been laid bare before her.

Jackson's presence only added to the confusion, his survival defying all logic and reason.

"Wait, you're the cousin they were talking about?" Abigail asked, her voice tinged with disbelief. "How are you alive?"

Jackson met her gaze, his expression solemn as he removed his glove, revealing the scarred flesh beneath. "I barely made it," he said quietly. "But yes, I did survive."

Abigail's mind reeled with shock at Jackson's words, her heart pounding with disbelief at the revelation.

She had thought him dead, lost to the world forever, and yet here he stood before her, a living, breathing testament to the resilience of the human spirit.

"Does Sophia know you're alive?" Abigail asked, her voice trembling with uncertainty.

Jackson shook his head, his expression pained.

"No, she doesn't," he replied softly. "I couldn'