Abigail’s Second Life

Lawrence nodded to Abigail, reassuring her, "If there's a cure, that would be great. Don't worry about L.Moon. Luna will take care of it."

After dinner, Lawrence and Scarlett left.

Abigail helped Sean clean up, and then the doctor came to give him an injection.

With an IV drip, Sean looked at the news on his phone and fell asleep.

Abigail put away his phone and covered him with a blanket.

He had just woken up and fell asleep again.

Abigail's heart was filled with worry.

Fortunately, Sean stayed in the hospital for three days and gradually recovered. The doctor said he could be discharged.

Abigail took him back to the Pearsons' and started packing. Even if things didn't work out with Ronaldo, they could go back to Pendorf. The temperature in Capitalis was too low and dangerous for Sean. On the second day of returning home, Ronaldo called her.

"Alice said she could try treating Mr. Graham's condition, but she couldn't guarantee any results. What do you think?" Ronaldo asked Abigail.

"Let's give it a try. It's this situation, and we might as well try anything." Abigail replied. In this situation, there was nothing else they could do.

Sean, who was playing chess with Lawrence in the living room, "Ronaldo will come to the airport tomorrow to pick us up. I heard the temperature in Eastbay is very good, and it's a good place to

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much to him. She

received a

their family who can help Sean." Kevin excitedly told Abigail. "It might take us a while here. I found a traditional medicine doctor and

that Abigail and Sean reconciled. He hadn't been in touch with Sean for a long time, and he hadn't expected the man to make such

other for a long time." Abigail's

I say? I have everything I need, so of course, I'm living a good life. Remember to send me a wedding invitation when you two get married," Kevin joked like the old times. Abigail sighed and had

Abigail and Sean arrived

saw them, he immediately smiled and said, "Mr. Graham, long time no see. You have indeed lost a lot of weight." "How can I not lose weight when I'm sick? By the way, you still look the same," Sean replied with a smile.

to appear even

her suitcase onto

muttering, "I have to say, Capitalis is really cold.

it was naturally cold outside,

boarding the plane, Ronaldo finally breathed a sigh

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for a while, then felt

rest in the lounge and chatted with Ronaldo in the active area of

some color in his face, but now even his lips are pale." Ronaldo's voice