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."

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

lot of photos of you two interacting. If you really like her, I can take care of Sean for you." "No need for now. It's enough for me to see her smile," Andrew replied, no longer the naive and childish boy

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

plenty of time to take him out for walks

I might need

cradle with a

Andrew, who was tall and muscular, every day. Could she handle it? "Just for a month," Martin replied awkwardly. "I'm working on Larry's medicine, and it will be effective in a couple of days. Once that happens, I'll let the people outside know, and

days in advance when I can go out. I'll have to make

to turn a blind eye. He was nearing the end of his life, and

no one to take care of Andrew. Maybe Abigail would be kind enough

Take good care of yourself and stay safe," Martin advised before turning and walking toward

you, Mr. Colleen," Abigail thanked with a joyful

person after all, and he would give her time to go on a

sadness in his heart. "Are you going to meet your

matter?" Abigail openly

the room, she helped him onto the bed and sat beside him to massage his

"Your father is still healthy. Don't dwell