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.

Abigail told 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

arrange it." Sean focused on the game, his

to him. She

Abigail received a call from

They have a prodigy in their family who can help Sean." Kevin excitedly told Abigail. "It might take us a while here. I found a traditional medicine doctor and plan to see him first. The doctor said that traditional medicine treatment is currently the best option." Abigail felt a bit embarrassed. "It's okay. You can

Sean for a long time, and he hadn't expected the man to make such

for a long time." Abigail's tone was much gentler than

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

arrived at the airport while the sun

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. He looked frail now, with

fair skin, tended to

suitcase onto the

"I have to say, Capitalis is really cold. I can't stand it

was naturally cold outside, and they had to rely

plane, Ronaldo finally breathed a sigh of

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while, then felt drowsy as soon as he boarded

him to rest in the lounge and

He used to have some color in his face, but now even his lips are pale."