Abigail’s Second Life (Abigail and Sean) novel Chapter 758

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 time was nearing its end.

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?

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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 scheme to sow discord?

Abigail then messaged Simond.

She pondered for a moment. Are you planning to send someone to continue the research in Eswadia?