I Want a Divorce (Abigail and Sean) novel Chapter 733

Abigail spent two hours with Andrew and played games with him for a while. Compared to the previous few days, his mood was much better.

While she was preparing lunch, he also helped out in the kitchen. They made a mess, and it took them a while to finish the meal.

When Martin came downstairs, he heard that Andrew already made plans with Abigail to prepare dinner together.

"What can you do?" Martin sat at the dining table and asked with a deliberately stern face, "Don't cause trouble for her. Cooking is already hard enough."

Immediately, Andrew turned to her.

"It's okay. He can do a lot of things. Look at how well he slices the vegetables. Each piece is so neat," Abigail said to Martin, pointing to a plate of purple cabbage.

"That's really impressive." Martin noticed that Abigail was intentionally or unintentionally teaching Andrew some life skills.

Under his care, Andrew had lived as a dependent person for over twenty years. If it weren't for the medications he researched, he would have been sedentary all day, with muscles atrophying and organs failing, and would have died long ago.

Abigail looked at Andrew, and her lips curved into a smile. "He's very intelligent, and his brain works exceptionally well. He understands things as soon as they are explained."

Martin nodded, a loving gaze appearing in his eyes as he looked at Andrew. "As long as he's happy."

After finishing the meal, he took Andrew for their usual walk. They watched the fountain, and Andrew whispered, "She's really nice."

Martin looked at him and said, "I have a lot of photos of you two interacting. If you really like her, I can take care of Sean for you."

"No need for now. It's enough for me to see her smile," Andrew replied, no longer the naive and childish boy he used to be.

"In that case, I won't go the extra mile," Martin said, guiding him back home.

Lately, Martin had been busy, unlike before when he had plenty of time to take him out for walks and help him with his muscles.

Back at home, Martin hesitantly asked Abigail, "Will you massage his legs for me? I might need your help for the next month because I'm at a critical point in my research."

"What about Larry?" Abigail asked, rocking the cradle with a somewhat reluctant expression on her face.

There were only three people in the entire research lab, and she had to shoulder so much responsibility. Now, she even had to massage Andrew, who was tall and muscular, every day. Could she handle it?

"Just for a month," Martin replied awkwardly. "I'm working on Larry's medicine, and it will be effective in a couple of days. Once that happens, I'll let the people outside know, and you can take Larry to the hospital for confirmation, alright?"