Abigail’s Second Life

Regret washed over him. How could he have let Andrew face this alone? "Andrew!" Martin's tone grew serious. "You haven't done anything wrong. You just want to live." "But without you, I don't want to live either-" "Enough! I've worked hard so you could have a good life. Remember when you talked about going to Eswadia to try their food? If things work out, you'll get that chance." Martin was insistent. Tears welled up in Andrew's eyes as he nodded gently.

"Listen to me. I've spent half my life researching. What was it for? It's so you can keep on living. Otherwise, why do you think I'm here?" Martin's eyes reddened. "It'll be okay. Maybe things will improve for you.' There's also traditional medicine. Maybe I can find a better doctor who can administer acupuncture for him. Who knows, he might even be able to stand up again in the future, he thought. Andrew wept softly, and his body trembled with emotion.

Martin guided him back to his room and gently patted his head. "Alright, you're all grown up now. There's no need for tears. Even if I'm alright this time, time's running out. Look at me; I'm already old." Andrew glanced up at him.

Martin's face was etched with wrinkles, like a weathered tree bark.

He recognized these as signs of life fading away. He hadn't dwelled on it much before, but now, upon careful consideration, he realized his father's twas nearing its end. Search the Find Nøvelwebsite on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.

Martin sighed. "Once this is sorted, things will improve, and you'll need to be independent." If Abigail had heard this, she'd surely have mocked him.

Why would someone in their forties still need to be taught how to be independent? When Abigail woke up, she felt like she had slept too soundly.

She had never experienced such deep sleep before, but fortunately, her body felt energized and not at all tired.

After getting up and checking on Larry, who was still asleep, she went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Just as she started cooking, her phone beeped.

'Be careful of Martin.' It was another unknown number.

Abigail thought about the person who had messaged her last time, even though the number had changed this time.

Is it Luna? she mused.

As she looked at the message, she hesitated for a moment and deleted it.

Had Martin really done something behind her back? Or was this just a schto sow discord? Abigail then messaged Simond.

She wrote, 'Someone remindedto be cautious of Martin again. What do you think?' He replied, 'Being cautious is right. I've already started figuring out how to deal with the people surrounding Richard here. But I have one condition: no matter what Martin and Andrew do, you have to keep an eye on them!' 'Why?' cAbigail's response.

She pondered for a moment. Are you planning to send someone to continue the research in Eswadia? 'Think about it,' Simond explained. 'It's easy forto do this, but my focus is on the father and son. Abigail, I've lost so many people. Without bringing back those two useful ones, I can't fulfill my task.' Abigail still didn't know about Simond's hidden identity besides being the young master of the Simpson Family. For him to be influential in Perou meant that he had sskills.

If it was about business, then wanting Martin and his son was normal.

'If you can keep us safe, I'll keep an eye on them.' 'I'll be clear. In three days, the people around the perimeter placed by Richard will be taken care of by my men. And in about a week, you can return home.'

Upon seeing this message, Abigail felt a surge of excitement. She wouldn't need to make up excuses to hide her relationship with Sean m anymore. A faint smile appeared on her lips as she held her phone. Three days passed quickly, and Abigail had already packed up by the tshe received a message from Simond. She had also informed Martin that someone would cto pick her up, and if he wasn't ready she wouldn't insist.

"Mr. Colleen, I think it's tforto leave," she said to Martin, who was preparing breakfast. Andrew, who was pushing the wheelchair out of looked somewhat the room bewildered. "Have you made arrangements for your departure?" Martin asked with a calm expression.

Abigail nodded. "It's been about six months, so I hope I'm not breaking our contract." Martin sat at the dining table, deep in thought. "Ms. Quinn, could you take us along?" "If you're up for it, I'd be happy to," she replied sincerely.

His face lit up at her response. "Your friend, Richard, seems quite capable. I don't know much about his background." "Don't underestimate the Eswadians," she said calmly.

Martin nodded and started eating with his gaze lowered.

Abigail noticed Andrew at the table and said, "You guys go ahead and eat. I've already eaten TM back ve head to the room to pack up. If you want to leave, we need to hurry. We have to go tonight." "Alright." Martin nodded in agreement. As Abigail entered the room, the warmth in her eyes faded gradually.

She picked up her phone and quickly sent a message.

Meanwhile, Andrew seemed conflicted and barely touched his breakfast before returning to the room.

After messaging Simond, Abigail injected herself with the syringe Martin had given her. Then, after a moment's thought, she took out one of her jewelry pieces-a bronze hairpin. She placed it within reach.

When she was all set, she messaged Sean. 'I'm planning to return in a couple of days.'