Abigail’s Second Life

Abigail held her phone and waited patiently, but she did not receive a reply from Sean.

Although she felt a tinge of disappointment, she put her phone away.

Three days passed quickly.

In the evening, she wrapped Larry around her body, and to prevent any accidents, she even gave him a sleeping pill.

After making the necessary preparations, she emerged from the room.

It was quite challenging for Martin to assist the limping Andrew. Abigail pursed her lips and said, "Let's wait for further instructions." "Okay," Martin replied. He was prepared for anything.

Sitting in a wheelchair, Andrew looked at Abigail and asked, "I can't walk. Can you really takewith you?" At that moment, he realized that he was merely a burden.

"If I say I'll take you with me, then I will. What is there to worry about?" Abigail's voice turned cold at this moment.

She usually had a gentle demeanor, so Andrew was somewhat surprised by her sudden seriousness. Two hours later, her phone vibrated.

"Alright." She picked up her backpack and went to help Martin carry Andrew. "I have someone waiting outside to assist us, so don't worry about them not being able to handle him. Just follow my lead." Martin nodded in agreement. He didn't bring much with him, so he only gave Andrew the one bag he had.

The three of them left, with Abigail being cautious throughout the entire time.

She first threw out a doll and waited for a while to ensure there were no issues before helping Martin support Andrew toward the door.

Martin looked at the iron gate that was just within his reach, and his breath becquick.

Abigail also felt a bit nervous.

Andrew's lower body was completely paralyzed, so when his feet were being dragged on the ground, he felt no sensation.

Upon swinging open the door, she drew in a soft breath at the sight of the figure sprawled on the ground. With Martin's help, they brought Andrew outside, and all three of them felt a bit excited.

Abigail answered the phone with earphones in her ears as she communicated with Simond. "We're out." "Got it. Head west toward the birch forest, and hurry," Simond instructed in a deep voice.

She murmured to Martin, "West. Toward the birch trees." Search The (F)indwebsite on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.

He nodded and immediately followed her lead.

The birch forest to the west was not far, but it was dark and windy, and the road was not easy to traverse.

After walking for a while, both Abigail and Martin were panting heavily.

Martin paused and wheezed like a tired ox. "I can't keep going... Haven't had this much exercise in ages." Abigail knew he couldn't handle these mountain roads anymore, whether he exercised or not. The years were catching up with him.

Even though the road wasn't crowded, they were still slowed down by Andrew.

She stopped. "Can we get someone to meet us?" Simond responded with a grunt, "We'll be there in ten minutes." As the night breeze blew, Abigail felt a chill run down her spine.

The birch forest was eerily quiet except for the chirping of unknown insects.

Abigail kept glancing at the time. Ten minutes felt like an eternity.

Suddenly, after only six minutes, a gunshot shattered the silence of the night. Everyone jumped, and Martin, who was sitting on the ground, leaped to his feet.

Abigail pulled him back down and pressed Andrew to the ground. "What's going on?" "One of the people who were supposed to assist you is dead," Martin began, but before he could finish his sentence, a series of gunshots echoed through the birch forest.

For a moment, Abigail's eardrums were deafened by the noise, and Simond was being targeted by someone. The gunfire continued.

She grabbed a dagger she had brought from the kitchen and held it against Martin's neck. "knew you would seek help from a third party. If you tellnow, I might spare you. Who is the third party?" Andrew, lying on the ground, gazed at her in disbelief. "Ms. Quinn..." "What are you doing?" Martin looked at Abigail and feigned innocence.

"Martin, don't play dumb. The plan with Simond was between us three.

You've betrayed me. Isn't thatobvious?" She tightened her grip on NO the dagger. "Ever since you showed up until now, you've been acting strangely. You lack the finesse in manipulation and intrigue that we Eswadians possess. Tell me, who are you working with?" "Nick..." Andrew interjected. He had been monitoring Martin's phone because he feared that something might go wrong and, hence, hoped to save his life.

Abigail was furious. "How could you team up with someone like Nick?!"

"You don't believe me, so why should I believe you?" Martin's voice dripped with sarcasm. "I desire freedom, but I know you won't grant it to me. I can only seek another way out for myself." Abigail wanted to speak, but she heard him continue, "Do you know why Simond is assisting you? Do you have any knowledge about the Simpson Family?" "Now's not the tfor these questions. Behave and stop playing games, or I won't hold back. Think about your son." Abigail glanced at Andrew.

Gone was her usual warmth and composure.

Martin felt a pang of intimidation from her words.

She pressed the dagger against his neck. "Take him along and follow me!" He obediently stood up and supported Andrew as they walked. However, this time, they took a completely different route from the original plan.

When she received the warning about Martin, she and Simond devised this strategy.

Martin and Nick might have used their Machiavellian bag of tricks on her, but they were still too naive to do so.