Abigail’s Second Life

However, Abigail wasn't sure how Alice felt about Martin.

When they arrived at John's biology lab, Abigail and Simond got out of the car together.

Kevin was the last to get out of the car, and he looked at the lab with a serious expression. "Abigail, why did you want to meet someone from this lab?"

"Because there's something I want to figure out," Abigail replied, and she walked towards the entrance of the lab with Simond.

The independent lab was located in a relatively remote area. The white building looked cold and devoid of any human touch, and it was surrounded by iron fences, making the interior of the lab resemble a wild beast trapped in a cage.

Simond stopped in front of the iron gate and pressed the doorbell.

After a while, the door opened, and two people holding AK rifles walked out.

Simond stepped forward and said, "We had an appointment yesterday. Ms. Quinn is looking for Mr. Martin."

One of them looked at the group warily while the other took out a walkie-talkie and said a few words. After receiving confirmation on the other end, they stepped aside.

"Only she is allowed to go in." The person with the walkie-talkie said to Simond in Aktani.

Hearing that, Simond looked at Abigail with concern in his eyes. No matter what relationship Alice had with Martin in the past, it had been a few years since then, and even the deepest feelings would have faded away.

"Alright," Abigail immediately agreed without a hint of hesitation.

you sure you want to go

Don't

Kevin became anxious. He looked at Simond and asked,

he said, "I don't know, but Martin is the person she's been looking for."

are you doing?" Simond snatched his phone, his gaze icy. "Messaging

I forgot. I was too anxious," Kevin said, reaching out

and warned, "If you have any questions, ask her to clarify things for you. If you ruin my plan, I'll

putting his phone back in

first floor was actually a living area, which meant that the drug research was probably on the second floor. Just then, a man with graying hair walked out. Despite his age, he still

he must be

speak in Corynthean," Martin said,

traditional clothing, Abigail felt somewhat relieved. His clothes indicated that he

that Alice gave you a prescription. Can you show it to me?" Martin went straight to the point without

took out a photocopy of Alice's prescription from her bag

Martin accepted the copy, his face became serious as he read it, and he pondered the prescription for a long time without saying a

didn't dare to speak either, and she only quietly watched his

Martin slowly folded up the

away, she instructed me to regularly browse through her bookshelf. However, when I went to retrieve the books from the bookshelf, there was only one

reached out and took it from

a thread-bound spine, and the corners of the pages were turned up, indicating

need from me?" Martin looked up at