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.

about her and figured out her entire

room to rest. As the sky gradually brightened, she woke up

always enjoyed sleeping in. Now that her curiosity was piqued, she walked to the

on the chair all night

walked over and gently shook him,

called out several times before Andrew slowly opened his eyes. When he saw Abigail,

is it?" Abigail asked, feeling

the cabinet. He handed them to Abigail solemnly and 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

I learned about your past. I know it's wrong to investigate you without permission, but I didn't want to see you sad." Andrew looked

up in Abigail's eyes. "Thank

dad did say 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. Happy for the rest of your life." Emotions surged within Abigail's heart, and she sniffed before forcing

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

Abigail agreed and allowed him to hold

held her hand for a