Abigail’s Second Life

Abigail's words sparked a new idea in Martin's mind. When I first came to Perou years ago to pursue my career, it was solely driven by money. Andrew's body became stiff until now after he accidentally took the medicine. I have never seen him as an independent individual. Even my research is motivated by his desire to secure financial stability after my death. However, Abigail's perspective is entirely different. She doesn't view Andrew as a disabled person but rather as a person with inherent value.

"What do you want to do?" Martin asked Andrew.

Andrew looked at Abigail and replied, "I want to do something for Abigail. She received some bad news today, and I want to bring her happiness."

Abigail's face showed a look of surprise. She had been feeling down since her arrival, but Andrew's words warmed her heart. "Thank you. I'll be fine tomorrow," Abigail told Andrew.

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She nodded and said, "Okay, thank you."

"Don't always say thank you. Andrew genuinely wants to see you happy and considers himself someone you can rely on," Martin said softly.

Abigail only saw Andrew as a friend but had never considered relying on him. After dinner, she busied herself with cleaning.

his room and stared at the computer for a long time before finally typing 'Abigail.' Within ten minutes, he had gathered all the information about her and figured out her entire life story and relationships. When he came across

room to rest. As the sky gradually brightened, she woke up and prepared breakfast. However, she noticed

so early? In her memory, Andrew always enjoyed sleeping in. Now that her curiosity was piqued, she walked to the door and

the chair all night with his leg issues and

and gently shook him,

times before Andrew slowly opened his eyes. When he saw Abigail, a smile appeared on his face. "I found something for

is it?" Abigail asked, feeling

asked, "Are you looking for the person who killed Luna? I found some things that might be useful to you." "How do you know Luna?" Abigail's mind went blank. She took the stack of papers that Andrew gave her. She couldn't quite believe he had completed all this in

bring you happiness, so I learned about your past. I know it's wrong to investigate you without permission, but I

Abigail's eyes. "Thank

not to thank me all the time. He hopes you can rely on me." Andrew held her other hand and, speaking sincerely, "I want you to be happy.

have to make breakfast for me. I already had some cake from the fridge. You can cook for Dad. If you're in a hurry, just steam the buns you made for him. He's

agreed and allowed him

for a