Abigail’s Second Life

Furthermore, Abigail had always been actively involved in charity work and placed a high value on ethics in her profession. He couldn't comprehend why they would choose to believe someone they barely knew rather than trust someone they had been living with for so long.

After a prolonged silence, Martin stood up and locked eyes with Andrew. "If you truly wish to choose him, I will support your decision. I'm aging and can no longer do much for you. So, I can only go along with your desires."

"Dad, apart from this instance, I will listen to you from now on." Andrew embraced Martin's waist.

Gently, Martin stroked his hair and said, "It's alright. I'm concerned that if you're always so obedient, you'll be bullied by your wife in the future."

"Dad, should we take precautions?" Andrew raised his face to look at him, and he nodded.

"The other party is undoubtedly not a good person. We need to be prepared."

After Abigail and Sean finished their meal, they were confined to the hotel. Initially, they had planned to go for a stroll, but now, it seemed unsafe.

"I have to return to work tomorrow. How long do you plan to stay here?" Abigail leaned against his shoulder and looked up, only to see his well-defined jawline.

Subconsciously, she reached out and lightly scratched his chin, and he gazed down at her like a contented cat, replying, "Then, I'll return to Eswadia tomorrow. You'll be occupied for a while and won't be able to meet me, right?"

at the competition venue, which was safer than the hotel. That place was

served little purpose, so it would be better

reckoned that she probably wouldn't be able to meet him

also be safer for me to return home. It will take a long time

but this incident forced him to reconsider his plans and

and during the night, Sean couldn't get himself away from Abigail for a long time. In

went to Simond's place to pick up Larry. "Do you believe the current Martin?" Simond asked her directly

a check-up?" Abigail didn't trust Martin, but perhaps she could trust Andrew. Even though

I took a sample for genetic testing and sent

on the couch playing with his hands, and immediately walked over. Reaching out, she pinched his cheek, and he smiled and grabbed her hand, attempting

out, snuggling into her embrace. It was evident that he missed

melted as she gently patted his back, her

child, and if she were still alive and heard Larry call her "Mama," she

or troublesome, and when somebody spoke to him, he would look at them with wide, bright eyes that were brimming

his chubby armpits, Abigail gently asked Larry, "Yes, I'm here. We'll meet Andrew and Martin in a little while. Do you remember them?" S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of

Larry chuckled, saying, "Mama....."