Abigail’s Second Life

Kevin always felt that Abigail was involved in something he couldn't understand.

Why did she have to contact the medical research institute? Why did she have to find this person? Why was everything so secretive?

After getting in the car, Kevin took the initiative to ask, "Abigail, I shouldn't interfere in your affairs, but... why would someone who designs clothes be connected to a biological research institute?"

Abigail looked at Kevin and said, "Kevin, when Sean went to the Golden Triangle to save Luna, his body was so depleted that he almost died. I was really scared back then, and when he slowly recovered, I made a promise to myself that I wouldn't let him suffer such harm again."

Kevin didn't know about Sean's situation, and his expression became serious. "How could that..."

"Luna is no longer involved in this matter, but... She left something very important for me to accomplish. This is something I can't share with anyone, including you and Sean. She's gone, and I have to honor her memory." Abigail was doing this for Luna's reputation and the future of the child, so there was no way she could tell Kevin that Luna had a child.

Kevin nodded gently. "I understand. The deceased should be respected. But you must take care of your own safety. You know very well that if anything happens to you, Sean might really go with you."

"I know." Abigail nodded. If it really came to that point, she would choose to break up with Sean, even if he hated her. After all, hating her was a better option than him getting into harm's way from staying with her.

Back at the hotel, Abigail and Simond discussed Martin's request.

"I don't care how you make the decision, but I can assure you that Martin has no connection to the money laundering gang." Simond certainly hoped that Abigail would agree to Martin's request. Once Luna's child's genes stabilize, they can use genetics to conduct the search, and they could narrow down the search range by matching genes by entering Larry's genes into the gene database. Of course, this was an optimistic scenario. If the father's genes were not in the gene database, everything they were doing now would be in vain.

but even if there was a glimmer of hope, they

held her phone, her eyes solemn. She definitely wanted to agree, but what about Sean? How should she explain it

her phone away, his eyes filled with a cunning smile. "For example, getting shot in

you make a decision soon," Simond said,

looking at the pitch-black

suitable, but she

Abigail brought Eswadian breakfast to

last night and got the ingredients from the hotel, and she had been cooking

as skilled as Alice, Martin should still

white coat and was surprised to see the basket in

the last

nodded. "My fiancé was sick before and lived with Alice for two years. He learned Alice's cooking skills, and I learned

and sat down at the table before he took out his phone and sent a

his room in a wheelchair. He looked sickly, with pale skin like a vampire; even his lips were devoid of color. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website

breakfast Abigail made today was

the lunch box and served Martin a bowl of nourishing

no other people in the research room, and it was very quiet. Hence, their meals