Abigail’s Second Life

Abigail's eyes flickered as she observed Martin and silently watched his every move. She softly said, "If | could, |

would take you with me. Don't consider sacrificing yourself. Survival is instinctual, and you

mustn't forget that."

Martin paused. He stopped in his actions as he remained silent.

"Perhaps you believe that you are old and don't need to live much longer, but that's not true. You haven't

reached that point yet. Striving to live is what you should be doing," Abigail calmly advised him. "I have a vast

network of contacts. If | can assist you, | most certainly will."

Suddenly, he felt reassured by Andrew's decision. He gazed at her, and his heart rate gradually increased.

“Alright.”

"Let's have a meal first," Abigail suggested. Afterward, | can make plans. Martin is a talented individual. It would

be a waste if he were to disappear just like that.

Once they finished their meal, Abigail asked Martin, "May | visit your laboratory?"

"Uh, sure." Martin didn't object to her visit.

However, Abigail was known for her strict discipline.

He accompanied her to the second-floor laboratory. It was only at that moment that she realized that it wasn't

just an ordinary laboratory but a biochemical one. Numerous animals are immersed in liquid tanks. Looking at

them makesunsettled.

"There's a special room you shouldn't enter as people are inside. However, they were donated or purchased with

money," Martin explained in a gentle tone.

Abigail appeared surprised. "People?"

"Yes," Martin confirmed and led Abigail into his cultivation room. The room was filled with various plants and

animals.

No wonder he can't leave this place. A significant amount of funding must be required to achieve this level. "If

you were out there, your reputation would be renowned. Alice was in a similar situation and was retreating to the

mountains. If she had been out there, she would have becan internationally acclaimed traditional medicine

doctor," Abigail remarked and turned to Martin. Indeed, geniuses attract other geniuses.

Upon hearing Abigail's words, Martin smiled. "You're mistaken. | wouldn't have accomplished all of this if | were

out there. It's because someone fundedthat I could reach this stage. Without financial research support,

even great abilities would gradually fade away." One can only pursue these endeavors when they are well-fed

and nourished.

Abigail nodded in agreement.

"My friend received an injection. She spiraled into depression. Do you think such a medicine exists?" she asked

Martin.

"It certainly exists, but the psychological implication is even more terrifying. People are crushed by psychological

suggestions many times. Let's say that I'm telling you now I've spiked the food you ate before and that you'll

becgravely ill after a year. You'll eventually die, too," Martin said with a smile. This proposition was also

presented by the individuals who approached me. They desire for Abigail to perish quietly, and the condition is

finding a way to makeleave this confinement.

"| suppose so," Abigail replied with a nonchalant expression. However, her heart felt somewhat unsettled. When

Martin was approached by someone yesterday, did they offer similar conditions? Luckily, Andrew is on my side.

After Abigail concluded her visit, she marveled. "You've invested a substantial amount of money into this

research institute. Perhaps the other party genuinely hopes that you can achieve something."

Her unintentional words ignited a spark within Martin's heart. It has been eight or nine years since | last made

significant breakthroughs, yet the research institute continues spending money. Of course, there is pressure from

higher-ups, but what setsapart from other research institutes is my ability to quickly develop medicine

whenever a new disease emerges, thus earning a fortune for the institute. After all, the pharmaceutical industry

is lucrative. That's why the research institute is willing to retain me. As long as | can develop a particular

medicine quickly whenever a new disease emerges, they will continue to support me.

Now that he reflected on Abigail's words, he realized he had sability. For the past few years, he had been

feeling down because he hadn't developed any potent medicine. However, Abigail's words soothed his heart and

gradually washed away his frustration and pain over the past few years.

Abigail descended the stairs while Martin sat in the research room as he quietly contemplated his past years.

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Andrew had been waiting downstairs for a long time. When he saw Abigail, his eyes brightened. "Why haven't

you watched my surveillance footage yet?"

"I'll watch it right away." She smiled as she approached him. Then, she carefully observed Andrew briefly before

softly saying, "Although | don't know what you did, I'm grateful to you. Trust me, I'm on your side."

"It's because you are a good person. | believe in good people but not in bad ones. They have deceived many

individuals, causing them to suffer and lose everything. They lack morals." Andrew looked back at Abigail with

sincerity.

Abigail gazed at Andrew and felt pleased. "What would you like to eat tonight? | can cook for you."

He licked his lips. "I want to eat braised pork! | don't want anything stewed. It's too greasy!"

"Alright. I'll let you indulge once," Abigail said as she guided him toward the room.

She opened the computer and inserted the chip into a USB drive. The surveillance footage should have been

recorded on the phone and then transferred to the computer.

Abigail observed several tall men entering before Martin went forward to greet them. Their conversation

confirmed what Martin had said. They want to drugto makechronically ill, and they even give Martin a

vial of medicine.