Abigail’s Second Life

Martin glanced at Abigail and advised, "You should make a decision soon. I'm only giving you a chance because

Alice recommended you. Normal people can't chere." Abigail inferred from his words that he was a cautious

and meticulous person.

Considering the nature of his work, it was indeed necessary for him to be cautious and not easily assist others

whom he didn't fully trust. That's why she couldn't miss this opportunity. "I have made up my mind, but I... |

hope to visit my country every two weeks. Otherwise, my fiancé—"

"Ms. Quinn, your family matters are not my concern. Do you understand the nature of my work? Do you realize

that this is a foreign country?" Martin coldly interrupted her. Abigail pursed her lips and remained silent.

"| am saying this out of concern about your safety. You can also choose to put yourself in danger at any tfor

the sake of love, but | am curious about one thing. Does your fiancé prioritize your safety, or does he prefer to

have romantic encounters with you in dangerous situations?"

Upon saying that, Martin pushed Andrew out, intending to take him for a walk outside the courtyard.

Abigail tidied up the utensils on the dining table, feeling conflicted.

She realized that Martin had asked her to stay there because he himself was in danger, and they were only safe

inside the research institute.

Meanwhile, Andrew was taken to enjoy the sunlight in the courtyard. Instead of staying quiet as usual, he asked

Martin, "Will she stay?"

"She will," Martin replied calmly.

"She cooks delicious food," Andrew remarked.

"In the future, you'll be able to eat even better food. She has brought us hope." Martin bent down and held his

hand, excitement evident in his eyes. "That prescription is not for treating genetic issues. It's for treating your

illness. | wrote her a letter years ago, asking for her help, but | never received a reply. | thought there was no

hope."

Andrew looked at Martin. He was not as joyful but rather calm. "Madam Alice doesn't like me. That's why she

didn't reply to you."

"It's not exactly that. She and | have been separated for forty or fifty years. Although our love for each other was

passionate when we were young, it has already faded away after spending a few years apart. Otherwise, |

wouldn't have remarried and had you, my precious son." Martin reached out and touched Andrew's head.

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Andrew nodded. "Are you really going to help her?"

"Of course, it's Alice's request, and I'm willing to help. Besides, she sacrificed her life to find the prescription to

cure your illness. This exchange is beneficial for us. Moreover, if you like her, | can help you keep her by your

side for the rest of your life to take care of you," Martin said, holding his hand tightly again. "You said it yourself.

She doesn't look down on you."

Andrew fell silent for a moment, a slight smile appearing on his lips. "Eastern women are truly beautiful, just like

on television. Their skin is as fair as jade, their eyes and brows gentle like water, and their temperament as

graceful and elegant as distant mountains."

"Not every woman is like that, but Abigail is definitely one of the most beautiful women among Eastern women,"

Martin said, feeling a slight sense of pleasure because he liked her.

As long as his son liked her, he would support whatever he wanted to do!

"But she has someone she likes." Andrew expressed his dissatisfaction.

"She will stay here for a long time, and you will have many opportunities," Martin reassured him.

After Abigail left, Andrew returned to his own room.

Martin stood in the yard, holding a prescription in his hand and murmuring, "Alice, the prescription you sent is

effective, and you are a good person. When Andrew recovers, | will take him back to our country to see you."

Abigail returned to the hotel with a worried expression on her face.

As soon as she opened the door to her room, Kevin's voice suddenly rang out. "Where did you go? | bought

breakfast for you and waited for you all morning!"

Abigail was taken aback and placed her hand on her chest as she entered the room. "You entered my room

without telling me?"

"I only went in after making sure you weren't there," Kevin said, noticing the plastic basket in her hand that was

filled with utensils.

Upon seeing that, he realized that she had gone to see Martin and even made breakfast for him.

"Kevin, | bought a ticket back this afternoon. Everything has been arranged at home, and | have to go there for

sbusiness." Abigail had already made up her mind when she returned. She would have a good talk with

Sean when she returned.

She couldn't refuse Martin's request.

Kevin nodded. He felt that Abigail had been burdened with many things since she arrived, things that he didn't

know about.

When Abigail booked her ticket back to the country, she replied to Martin, planning to bring Larry with her when

she returned.

The following afternoon, she arrived in Capitalis. After dinner, Abigail took Sean into her room.

"What's wrong?" Sean had already guessed that there must be something going on as her plans had suddenly

changed.

Abigail didn't say anything. Instead, she simply wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his lips, and Sean

immediately responded to her kiss.

Pushing her onto the bed, he supported himself with his hands on her sides. "What's going on?"

Abigail looked at him, a smile on her face. "Don't you like it?"

"What do you think?" Sean asked her in return.

Before Abigail could answer, he kissed her again.