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

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

cycle ends," the doctor said. "For now, I'll

anything and

pale, and she looked thinner than when she first boarded his

truly couldn't adapt to life at sea, and the

at her tenderly. "How are you

"I'm fine-"

Cough!

in her abdomen worse. She hadn't experienced such discomfort during her

trembled, and she pushed him abruptly.

the bed, and her face tensed with

really don't know what's good for you! Has Sean ever massaged you? Is that why you're so reserved?" Simond gritted his

touch me. If

"I don't care what you say. Just go

anything. Her face was pale as she bit

at her for a while

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she lost her vision, she had felt incredibly fragile despite her previous strength. Whether it was her delicate body or her fragile soul, she had despised herself. Abigail believed that things would improve once her menstrual

period persisted, and her illness only

a week. Her coughing had become so incessant that

with her constant coughing and exclaimed, "What exactly should we