Abigail’s Second Life

Abigail spent two hours with Andrew and played games with him for a while. Compared to the previous few days, his mood was much better.

While she was preparing lunch, he also helped out in the kitchen. They made a mess, and it took them a while to finish the meal.

When Martin came downstairs, he heard that Andrew already made plans with Abigail to prepare dinner together.

"What can you do?" Martin sat at the dining table and asked with a deliberately stern face, "Don't cause trouble for her. Cooking is already hard enough." Immediately, Andrew turned to her.

"It's okay. He can do a lot of things. Look at how well he slices the vegetables. Each piece is so neat," Abigail said to Martin, pointing to a plate of purple cabbage.

"That's really impressive." Martin noticed that Abigail was intentionally or unintentionally teaching Andrew some life skills.

Under his care, Andrew had lived as a dependent person for over twenty years. If it weren't for the medications he researched, he would have been sedentary all day, with muscles atrophying and organs failing, and would have died long ago.

Abigail looked at Andrew, and her lips curved into a smile. "He's very intelligent, and his brain works exceptionally well. He understands things as soon as they are explained."

Martin nodded, a loving gaze appearing in his eyes as he looked at Andrew. "As long as he's happy."

finishing the meal, he took Andrew for their usual walk. They watched the fountain, and Andrew whispered,

Sean for you." "No need for now. It's enough for me to see her

case, I won't go the extra mile," Martin said, guiding him

Martin had been busy, unlike before when he had plenty of time to take

hesitantly asked Abigail, "Will you massage his legs for me? I might need your help for the next month because

asked, rocking the cradle with a somewhat reluctant expression on

replied awkwardly. "I'm working on Larry's medicine, and it will be effective in a couple of days. Once

"Fine, just let me know two days in advance when I can go out. I'll have to make arrangements to

him and their son recently, he decided to turn a

he died in the study, there would be no one to take care of Andrew. Maybe

off when that happens. Take good care

you, Mr. Colleen," Abigail thanked

good person after all, and he would give her time

felt a pang of sadness in

what's the matter?"

she decided to give Andrew a leg massage while she had the opportunity. Guiding him back into the room, she helped him onto the bed and sat beside him to massage his legs. Andrew

and replied, "Your