Abigail’s Second Life

Andrew was concerned that Abigail might dislike Martin, so he quickly explained, "My father has been

researching a medicine that can cause cancer in cells. Don't worry; he will replace it with something else. We will

work together and put on a show."

"Do you mean your father can't leave?" Abigail felt that staying here would always be restrictive, and there

would be no freedom.

"You saw those people at the door. There are many more in secret. If possible, | hope my father stays here,"

Andrew whispered. "Although | know the outside world is beautiful, | would rather not trade it for our lives."

She suddenly felt that his words were strangely heart-wrenching and asked softly, "Do you remember your days

being outdoors?"

"I don't remember. | have been here since | was very young. | had forgotten everything before I fell sick." Andrew

shrugged.

After watching the surveillance footage, Abigail patted Andrew's shoulder and said, "This footage is beneficial to

——

She had only said such words because she caught sight of the other party's face.

While Abigail was preparing dinner, she sent the surveillance footage to Simond. 'Andrew secretly recorded this.

It should be useful.'

Simond quickly replied to Abigail's message. 'Very useful. | will hire a detective and uncover these people. Things

should be easier then.

Abigail's heart was filled with emotions upon seeing Simond's text. "Luna, whether you are alive or dead, we are

getting closer to the target." After so much effort, we finally have sclues.

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Jonell Davidson walked into the study with a severe expression on his face. After sitting down, he dialed Nick's

phone number.

Nick answered the call immediately.

"Nick, it seems that Martin has been living with Abigail for stnow. | heard from the bodyguard at the

research institute's entrance that Andrew has feelings for Abigail. I'm afraid your plan won't work." Jonell didn't

believe it and sent someone to inquire about it.

"I'm trying to contact Martin's superior. That disabled person Andrew likes Abigail?" Nick sneered. My men saw

Andrew when they went there that day. Andrew has used a wheelchair for a few years. He has been in a

vegetative state for a long time. Without his somewhat helpful father, he will experience muscle atrophy and

becbrain-dead.

"I have seen Sean brave the Golden Triangle for love. Don't underestimate the power of love," Jonell said coldly.

He was a man approaching fifty and took good care of himself. On top of that, he was handsbut had a

particularly gloomy temperament.

"Martin is looking after a disabled person, and he's not much of a threat either. | have thoroughly researched his

background. He is dedicated to research and possesses stalent, but he is not outstanding. can contact his

superior and completely take over his research institute. As for Abigail... Even if we don't drug her, she will be

under our control," Nick said calmly. "Remember to transfer the 4.5 million to my account immediately."

"Right away." Jonell was satisfied with Nick's attitude. Without Plan A, there is still a Plan B. He hung up the

phone and leaned back in his chair to press his temples. At that moment, he glanced out the window and noticed

a woman sitting on the swing outside. His eyes widened as he observed her until she left. After that, he withdrew

his gaze.

As he left the study, he hurried downstairs and unexpectedly ran into Vaniqua coming up the stairs. He instantly

becangry as he barked, "Why are you in such a hurry?!"

Vaniqua took two steps back and stood silently on the steps with her head down. After Jonell left, she turned

around and looked toward the entrance. It was a slender woman walking past, but Vaniqua only glanced briefly

at her before quickly looking away.

Jonell went outside and saw the woman heading toward her own place, so he followed her.

When the woman arrived at the door, she noticed Jonell following her. So, she turned around and looked at him

with a blank look. "Is there something you need?"

"Why did you cout today?" Jonell approached her. His voice involuntarily becmuch softer.

"Just getting sfresh air," she replied gently.

He took her hand and paused momentarily when he saw the various scars on her arm. Then, he raised his other

hand and gently touched those scars. "It must have been painful at the time, right?" Luna's gaze was vacant.

"What pain?"

"This wound here," Jonell asked softly.

Luna stared at the scars briefly before saying, "I don't remember."

He pulled her into his arms and embraced her waist as his hand moved slowly. "You know, from the moment |

saw you, | was very fond of you."

Luna pushed him away abruptly as her vacant eyes filled with disgust. "Don't touch me!"

In an instant, Jonell was infuriated by her words. He stepped forward and tightly grabbed Luna's collar. "I've put

so much effort into allowing you to live here. What's wrong withtouching you?!" "If you touch me, you'll see

a dead body tomorrow," Luna said. She looked up at him with an icy gaze. "Go ahead and try."

Gritting his teeth, Jonell slowly released her collar and lifted his hand to caress her face. "Alright, | won't touch

you then. Once | finish my business, I'll take you to many places, and you'll gradually accept me." Luna turned

her head, entered the house, and slammed the door shut.

Jonell's eyes were filled with gloom. Sometimes, women are too strong-willed, which isn't good. If only there is a

way to make her more submissive. As he thought this, he suddenly remembered Martin and couldn't help but

narrow his eyes.