Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1835

"It's fine," Abigail said, grabbing a racket and heading straight for the court. "I'm not that weak."

With Abigail's insistence, the others had no choice but to follow her lead.

Before they began, Lucy made sure to remind Taylor to take it easy on Abigail. However, just a few minutes into the game, Abigail's impressive stamina left Lucy completely awestruck.

Meanwhile, Lucy quickly began to tire. She leaned on her racket, struggling to catch her breath.

"Maybe we should call it a day," Abigail suggested, always serious about her games. Noticing Lucy's tiredness, she realized that continuing wouldn't be fun for anyone, and her own enthusiasm was beginning to fade too.

Abigail was fiercely competitive and never liked holding back, but she couldn't ignore the concern that Lucy might get hurt if they continued.

"No, I can do this!" Lucy said, straightening up with renewed determination. "Alright, it's game time—I'm going to give it my all!"

"If you're not feeling up to it, don't push yourself," Taylor said kindly.

Out of the four of them, Lucy was the only one struggling to keep up. With everyone else in top form, it was only natural that she would fall behind.

"It's fine," Lucy said, smiling between breaths. "It's more fun playing with pros like you guys. Let's go, I've rested enough!"

Seeing her determination, the others agreed to keep going.

After several intense rallies, Lucy's energy began to wane. When Abigail made a perfect return, Lucy sprinted forward to intercept the ball but lost her footing. With a loud crack, she twisted her ankle and collapsed to the ground.

Taylor quickly dropped his racket and rushed over, crouching beside her to assess the situation. "Are you alright?" he asked.

Despite the pain, Lucy wiped the sweat from her brow and tried to play it off. "I'm fine," she insisted.

The locker room was quite a distance from the court, and it was uncertain how long it would take Lucy to hop there without worsening her injury.

Concerned about making things worse, Taylor decisively scooped her up in his arms and headed straight for the rest area.

As Abigail watched his determined strides, a tightness formed in her throat. She dropped her racket and turned to leave.

"Are you heading back already? I can give you a ride," Aiden offered, taking the opportunity to show some concern.

"It's fine," Abigail responded firmly. "Sorry, Aiden, but I need some time alone."

"Alright then. Call me if you need anything," Aiden said, reluctantly letting her go.

As soon as Abigail walked away, he quietly followed her from a distance.