Abigail’s Second Life

Now that Larry's situation had stabilized, Abigail could finally relax for a while.

Regarding Martin and Andrew, they would need to leave, whether they chose to follow her or not, once she and Simond had everything planned.

If Martin behaved himself, she could still negotiate with him. If he was playing his own game behind her back, she wouldn't be so accommodating. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

At such a crucial moment, if he still harbored secrets, she didn't want to debate morals with him.

She went downstairs and saw Andrew looking at her. So, she smiled and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Are you unhappy?" Andrew asked softly. "Is it because Dad made a strange decision?"

"I'm not unhappy. Whatever plans he has, it has nothing to do with me," she replied calmly. "Six months is almost up. He has fulfilled his promise, and I've done what I should. When the time comes, we'll part ways amicably."

Abigail felt there was nothing more to say. She would never tell Andrew and Martin her plans, even though Andrew had done a lot for her. When the time came, it would be just a matter of ensuring the safety of father and son. As for what they would do next, she won't interfere. Andrew glanced at her, his gaze clouded with darkness. "Alright then."

"I'll go back to my room and get some rest," she said and headed toward her own room.

brow in thought for a moment before deciding to

have his own plans, so we'll stay

from Simond, Abigail lay down and thought, Would Andrew

investigated, it was just a matter

room and wanted to give Nick a call. When he was about to dial the number, the lights switched on. "What are you trying to

plan to take advantage of Nick's desire to find Abigail and get us out. Along the way, I'll

"What decision-making?" Andrew frowned.

him. "Abigail is someone else's woman. She won't be

silent. He naturally trusted

his father, who had never abandoned him, even

deeply, he knew he

of uncertainties, and one day, she would get tired of

gazed at the white strands of hair on Martin's head and realized for the first time the uncertainty of life and separation. He would have to live alone without his father and rely entirely on himself. "Dad..." His

worse for you. I have to think about your well-being. She came to us on her own, and we didn't seek

with fear as he did so. "Dad, are you really going to

gently patted Andrew's back. "If you were healthy and strong, I wouldn't worry. Given your condition, I can't bear to die, nor do I dare. Yet, I'm already in my seventies and will soon

already sent photos of Abigail and her