Abigail’s Second Life

Abigail sensed that Sean genuinely cared about her. His words today were his way of making amends for what he had done to her. Turning to Lawrence, she said, "Never mind about it. Words that have been spoken cannot be taken back."

Her main concern now was Sean. Despite not feeling well, he had come to Capitalis with her. Was it finally time to paradigm him?

Lawrence was guilty in his heart as Scarlett continued serving dishes to Abigail and him. This meal moved him deeply because it was prepared by his son-in-law and daughter.

After finishing the meal, Abigail sat next to Sean, furrowing her brows as she looked at him. Only after he had slept for a full two hours did he wake up.

"How are you feeling?" Abigail immediately asked.

Sean felt much better, sitting up and letting out a breath. "I feel much better. I think I was just tired."

"Let's eat. I'll heat the food for you in the kitchen," Abigail offered.

"Okay." Sean nodded.

ate, Abigail kept her gaze fixed on him. "What's wrong? You're making me shy," Sean said, putting his fork and knife down and looking at her

now doubted their authenticity. After all, he was such a strong person that

time," he assured her. She had always been aware

"Let's go to the hospital

was also afraid that something might go wrong and that Abigail would end up

has already prepared one for you," Abigail said in

responded with an "oh." Unfortunately for him, it wasn't the same room as hers. Early the next morning, Abigail took him to the hospital for a comprehensive

the office alone and looked at Sean's test results. The doctor's expression turned serious. "Has he

severe that he almost died," Abigail replied

not optimistic, and

felt as if she had been struck

severe internal damage. Even though he's recovered now, the damage is done. According to the examination, his organs are slowly deteriorating, and he is also under high stress. If this continues, he will die before he

tightened, and she tightly clenched her clothes with her hands. "Is there no way to

the doctor said, writing her a prescription. "You must continue taking this traditional medicine prescription. You can make it into pills, but the effect won't be as good as brewing

in Abigail's eyes, and she couldn't help but

irreversible. He is still young now, so exercise more, eat better, avoid exertion, and he will be fine. Living until his fifties or sixties is already enough. Oh, and remember to keep warm in the winter. His body is not resistant to cold," the doctor advised and handed the

her heart, she sneered, Living until his fifties or sixties won't be enough! She left the doctor's office and saw Sean talking on the phone at the end of the