Meet Angela Jones

Hannah shook her head in annoyance. Still, she couldn't help but laugh, amused as she looked at her son, who was jealous of his mother.

"Sawyer, my son, why are you jealous of your mother? Oh dear, you should drop that sulky expression. You'd look less handsome if you kept frowning like that." Hannah smiled as she patted her handsome son.

Sawyer, "..."

Abigail and Walter can't help but laugh.

Hannah tilted her head to look at Abigail behind Sawyer. She smiled at her and waved, "Hello, daughter-in-law. Let's sit. I need to introduce you to Sawyer's sister," she said excitedly, but Abigail felt her heart tighten.

'Angela Jones!?' Abigail whispered, glancing at the stunning woman with long, dark brown hair cascading down her back. She wore a black, knee-length cocktail dress in the seating area, gazing in her direction.