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 gbehind her back, she wouldn't be so accommodating. Search the FindNøvelWebsite on Gøøgle to access chapters of 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 tcomes, 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 tcame, 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 srest," she said and headed toward her own room.

After shutting the door behind her, she furrowed her brow in thought for a moment before deciding to send a message to Simond.

'Let's prepare in advance. Martin might have his own plans, so we'll stay out of it.' After receiving a reply from Simond, Abigail lay down and thought, Would Andrew find out about this message? Since everything had been investigated, it was just a matter of execution.

Late at night, Martin made sure that Abigail had fallen asleep. So, he walked into the living 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 do?" Andrew's expression darkened. He looked different from his previous childish appearance.

Martin was startled, but he quickly composed himself. "I plan to take advantage of Nick's desire to find Abigail and get us out. Along the way, I'll turn the tables on his people and then leave the decision-making to Abigail." "What decision-making?" Andrew frowned.

"Son, that's not something you need to know. I'm doing this for you. My life doesn't matter as I have to plan for your future," Martin said gently to him. "Abigail is someone else's woman. She won't be responsible for you for the rest of your life. Perhaps something unexpected will happen along the way, and she'll abandon you." Andrew remained silent. He naturally trusted Martin.

After all, Martin was his father, who had never abandoned him, even in his toughest times of illness. Even if Andrew liked her deeply, he knew he wasn't her first choice.

The future was full of uncertainties, and one day, she would get tired of him and leave him.

Andrew gazed at the white strands of hair on Martin's head and realized for the first tthe uncertainty of life and separation. He would have to live alone without his father and rely entirely on himself. "Dad..." His voice trembled as he clutched Martin's hand. "Can't we just stay together?" Martin's expression turned cold as he responded, "No. If I'm gone, Abigail will abandon you. It'll be worse for you. I have to think about your well-being. She cto us on her own, and we didn't seek her out, right?" Andrew hugged Martin. His body trembled slightly with fear as he did so. "Dad, are you really going to leave me?" "If things go as planned, I won't leave. If they don't, I'll make sure Abigail takes care of you. She won't be able to cast you aside in this lifetime." Martin's voice carried a hint of sadness as he 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 be in my eighties. There aren't many years left for me." He had already sent photos of Abigail and her son to Sean.

At this moment, if Abigail went to find Sean, he probably wouldn't believe her anymore.

Andrew fought back tears and felt as vulnerable as a child.

"Don't be afraid. If this plan succeeds, I can still be with you for many years, y can also be with Abigail," and you Martin reassured him as he caressed his face. Andrew sniffled. "I just want you. I don't want her, okay?"

"No, I can only take care of you for just a couple of years. Abigail's not even thirty and much younger than you. In the future, she will also age slower than you You will have someone to take care of you for the rest of your entire life, and I won't have to worry about you anymore," Martin said as he pushed Andrew away. He then squatted down to wipe away his son's tears. "You're forty years old, so you can't act like a child." Tears continued to roll down Andrew's cheeks. "What if she doesn't like me... and abandonsafter you leave?"

"So, that is why you have to be determined. You have to use your her to intelligence and tie her to you." Martin gently touched his face. "Don't worry; when the plan is successful, I will give her an injection and give you a bottle of medicine. Without that medicine, she won't be able to leave you even for a moment." "But I don't want her to suffer like that." Andrew shook his head softly. "I don't want to do bad things, Dad." "This isn't a bad thing. It's a matter of survival. She has the ability to protect you, so you must seize the opportunity!" Martin becagitated.