Abigail’s Second Life

Abigail had been anxiously waiting at hfor a long twhen a news report suddenly appeared on the

television.

There had been a shootout at the airport, resulting in multiple casualties, including police officers who were

mistakenly shot and over a dozen criminals who were executed. Abigail's hands trembled with nervousness. She

wanted to call Sean and Kevin, but she didn't dare to, afraid of interrupting their business.

Just then, she received a call from Simond.

Abigail quickly pressed the answer button and took a deep breath. "Mr. Simpson..."

"D*mn it, those people are cunning. They deliberately lured the state police here, and our people were all killed

by the state police!" Simond growled furiously.

Abigail didn't know whether to blherself or feel guilty for it.

"I'm sorry..." she whispered.

"I implore you. Can you please letknow next tyou meet Sean?" Filled with frustration, Simond was no

longer as easy to talk to as before.

Abigail remained silent, taking the scolding.

"Over a dozen people, all dead!" Simond continued.

"I'm truly sorry." Abigail apologized again.

Simond took a deep breath. He spoke in a deep voice, "These people followedthrough life and death. Just

now, in an instant, they were all killed. We have no way to seek justice for them because they were the ones who

started it."

Abigail frowned, feeling a heavy heart. She tightly gripped her phone, not saying a word.

"You still want to askhow Sean is, right? Who knows how he is? Even Kevin can't reach him. | mean, you two,

can't you use your brains when you're in love? It's already late, and you still risk your lives to meet up?" Simond

vented his biggest frustration so far.

"Say whatever you want to me. I'll accept it." Abigail couldn't argue back. search the FindNOVEIwebsite on

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Simond took a deep breath and hung up the phone.

In the end, Abigail still sent a message to Sean.

Meanwhile, Sean and Kevin were hiding in a resident's house, but unfortunately, Sean was shot in the arm.

With a dagger between his teeth, Kevin bandaged his wound. He had just removed the bullet from Sean's arm,

and the blood was still flowing.

"All of Simond's men are gone. He will definitely cause trouble for Abigail." Kevin mumbled to Sean, "You didn't

make any preparations at all?"

"How could | not?" Sean's gaze was meaningful. "If you don't enter the tiger's den, how can you catch the tiger's

cub?"

"You..." Kevin immediately caught onto his words.

Enduring the pain, Sean leaned against the wall and used his bloodied hand to take out a spare phone. He saw

the message from Abigail, and a smile formed on his lips. "She messaged me." "Can you stop rubbing it in my

face already?" Kevin said, pulling the gauze tightly.

Sean took a deep breath in pain and slowly replied to Abigail with one hand.

'Kevin and | are both fine. We're hiding now. Tell Simond to wait for us at your place. We'll clater and give

him an explanation.’

His message undoubtedly gave Abigail great confidence, and she immediately forwarded the message to

Simond.

Night fell, and Abigail prepared dinner in the hotel while Simond waited in the living room with a serious

expression, expecting Sean and Kevin.

Soon, they heard a knock on the door.

Simond stood up and reached for the weapon hidden on his body as he walked over. "Who is it?"

"It's us," Kevin answered from outside.

Hearing that, Simond put away his weapon and opened the door.

Two disheveled individuals walked in. Simond immediately closed the door, and at the stime, he smelled the

strong scent of blood coming from both of them.

Kevin limped inside while Sean's hand was still bleeding, his entire sleeve stained crimson.

Upon seeing him in such a state, Abigail's eyes immediately welled up with tears. "Shouldn't you go to the

hospital?"

"I'm afraid the hospital isn't a safe option either. It was quite a challenge for us to get here..." Sean and Kevin

both collapsed onto the couch.

Abigail turned to Simond and inquired, "What should we do?"

"I'll call for assistance. What else can we do?" Simond asked solemnly, "Did anyone notice your arrival here?"

"Don't worry, I've already informed the hotel staff. We're safe for now," Kevin replied, leaning against the couch

and applying pressure to his excruciatingly painful leg.

Abigail squatted beside Sean, observing his trembling hand, and gently sniffed.

Sean raised his other hand and caressed her face. "It's so difficult to get a look at you. It's like going through the

gates of hell."

"I shouldn't have allowed you to come. | should have gone back to see you instead." Abigail looked up at him,

tears streaming down her face.

"D*mn lovebirds... Am | not human to you? Man, it hurts." Kevin angrily pressed on his leg.

Abigail glanced at him. "I care about you, too. Don't think | didn't prepare dinner for you guys." Kevin's lips

quivered. "I've never been so severely injured in my life. | almost lost my life."

He had indulged himself in all sorts of pleasures but never engaged in anything as reckless as this.

Simond looked at Sean. "You agreed to explain everything thoroughly. Go on."

"My people have discovered the identity of our attackers this time, and it is, in fact, the overseas faction of the

Davidson Family. However, they have been deeply rooted here for almost a generation, and it's challenging to

conduct a thorough investigation with just a few of us. Therefore, we need to plan for the long term."