Abigail’s Second Life

Josh comforted him in a gentle voice. "It's not your fault, and it's not her fault either. Each of you had your own hardships. You need to take care of yourself. Xavien mentioned that you haven't rested for three days. Go and get some sleep. If something happens to you, who will be there to save her?"

Sean's throat tightened, and after a moment, he grunted in a low tone.

Xavien had been busy as a bee all week. In the end, he managed to raise 16 million, which was 40 million less than originally planned. He approached Sean and tried to sound energetic. "In total, it's only 16 million. I've managed to establish communication with all the parties involved..."

Before he could finish his sentence, everything went black before his eyes.

Sean quickly caught him. "I understand. I'll take care of the rest."

Xavien straightened up and handed the tablet to him. "I've caused you trouble."

"You're not a god," Sean replied. Then, he turned to the bodyguard beside him and said, "Take him to rest."

After Xavien left, Sean opened the tablet, and after a brief glance, his eyes darkened gradually.

Time flew by in a blink of an eye.

Abigail spent a month on the ship, but she fell ill because she couldn't adjust to life at sea, and her sickness coincided with her menstrual cycle.

She couldn't stop coughing, and her vision plunged into darkness, which made her extremely uncomfortable.

"Mr. Simpson, she's not used to being at sea for so long. Her body can't take it anymore," the doctor told Simond after conducting an examination on her. Simond felt irritated. "Why are women so troublesome?"

The doctor couldn't provide a satisfactory answer. After all, it was Simond who insisted on bringing her along. Who could have predicted this outcome? "I'm asking you!" Simond's frustration grew.

"Well, women are delicate. No matter how intelligent, capable, or resilient they may be, they'll become vulnerable at certain times," the doctor replied shakily.

when are these 'certain times?" Simond furrowed his

bodies become weak, which makes them susceptible to viruses," the doctor explained from a scientific standpoint. "Is there any way to solve

medicine and see if her condition improves when her menstruation cycle ends," the doctor said. "For now, I'll prepare some warm water for

anything and walked

face was pale, and she looked thinner than

sea, and the

gazed at her

"I'm fine-"

Cough!

and her face contorted in discomfort. Sitting in this position made the discomfort in her abdomen worse. She hadn't experienced such discomfort during her

and she pushed

corner of the bed, and her face tensed with caution. "Don't touch me. I don't want your

know what's good for you! Has Sean ever massaged you? Is that why you're so reserved?"

own business. I don't need you to touch me. If it weren't for you bringing me on

shrugged and cursed. "I don't care what you say. Just go and suffer then, d*mn

didn't say anything. Her face was

her for a while and then walked

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hell do I want you touching me! she thought to

her previous strength. Whether it was her delicate body or her fragile soul, she had despised herself. Abigail believed that things would

persisted, and her illness

become so incessant that it felt as if her lungs were

constant coughing and exclaimed, "What