Untold chronicles of power

Chapter hundred two

As Abigail worked, the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows across the room.

But Abigail paid it no mind, then,

Abigail's stomach grumbled insistently as she pored over the documents, her mind consumed with thoughts of her birth parents and the mysteries of her past.

She hadn't realized how hungry she was until now, and the idea of venturing out to a restaurant seemed daunting in her current state of mind.

But then she remembered the safe in the master bedroom, and a glimmer of hope sparked within her.

Gathering up the papers, Abigail made her way to the master bedroom, her footsteps echoing in the silence of the grand hallway.

As she entered the room, her eyes scanned the walls, searching for any sign of the hidden safe. It didn't take long for her to spot it—a small, inconspicuous box nestled between two paintings.

With a sense of anticipation, Abigail approached the safe and carefully removed the paintings, revealing a piece of paper tucked behind them.

It