Abigail’s Second Life

The sound above her head didn't stop.

Abigail's emotions tensed up. During that long silence, her vision cleared up.

She noticed Martin's clothes were soaked in blood, while Andrew appeared pale as he leaned against the side. Blood continued to flow steadily from his shoulder and face.

Abigail reached out and touched his head. Upon confirming it was just a graze from a bullet, she quietly took off her bag to retrieve sdisinfectant, anesthesia, bandages, and hemostatic drugs.

Martin looked at her, and a smile appeared on his lips. He was surprised at how well-prepared she was. She first cleaned the wound on Andrew's head and then stitched it up. Being a designer, she was skilled at sewing.

After applying the hemostatic drug, she removed the bullet from Andrew's wound.

She was prepared for the worst from the beginning, so she had everything ready.

After removing the bullet and stitching up the wound, she moved to Martin's side. She reached out and touched his heart. Then, she looked at where the bullet had lodged itself. She murmured, "It didn't hit any vital organs." Martin nodded.

Abigail administered anesthesia to him.

Soon, he passed out. She immediately removed the bullet, disinfected the wound, and stitched it up. It was all done in one go.

After completing all of this, she was exhausted, but she didn't stop.

The basement was large, and this was just a corner of it.

Abigail searched the basement for a long twith Larry and found a generator, but it seemed to be useless. Soon, she spotted a pipe opening that was tightly sealed by an iron gate, but it looked difficult to open due to rust.

She thought about the chemical liquids that Martin carried with him, so she retracted her steps.

He carried a lot of chemical sprays with him, and all were large-sized cans. So, it was no wonder he felt so tired helping Andrew.

What was the difference between carrying a bunch of mineral water? She took a green spray, went to the pipeline entrance, and sprayed it on top.

After spraying, she quickly stepped back.

Gradually, the rust corroded.

After the rust corroded, she found a leather glove to open the pipeline door.

Soon, the glove was corroded, and her palm felt a piercing pain, but she didn't stop.

With a dull thud, she opened the pipeline door.

It was dark inside the pipeline, with a smell of decay mixed with rust, but she could feel a slight breeze.

So, it's highly likely that the pipeline connects to the outside, she mused.

Considering that the basement was sealed, this pipe should be for ventilation. Otherwise, the people inside would suffocate.

Abigail looked at her figure and felt that she could crawl out with Larry.

Upon returning to where Martin and Andrew were, she took the table lamp with her.

She entered the pipe and slowly crawled forward.

The pipe was long, and her body was drenched in sweat. Her hands, which were already almost rotten, were pierced by rusty iron scraps. She was in so much pain that her face turned pale, and the sweat on her forehead stung her only eye hurt, which made it hurt even more. However, she knew she had to find a way to survive, even if it was just a glimmer of hope.

Finally, she faintly saw a light.

Her entire body lay flat in the pipe while her breaths were shallow. After taking a brief rest, she would be ready to continue crawling toward the end.

As Abigail thought to herself, a smile crept onto her lips. As long as I can find a way out and get Martin and Andrew to the hospital, they'll be safe.

After taking a brief rest, she resumed crawling. Search The (Find)website on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.

When Kevin contacted Sean, Sean was already in Perou.

"It seems like something happened with Abigail and Simond. Hasn't she contacted you?" Kevin's voice was filled with seriousness.

After discovering that Abigail had lied to him, he decided to distance himself from their affairs, but Sean expressed his desire to personally meet her and uncover the truth. "What happened?" he inquired. Abigail had messaged him three days ago, but he was too angry to respond at the time.

Most importantly, he wanted to cover himself to talk to her and clear things up.

He doubted that the child was Abigail's, but he couldn't explain the involvement of that man. If that was the case, he couldn't be blamed for his skepticism when she couldn't provide an explanation. Kevin pondered for a moment before saying, "It's quite serious. When Simond called to scold us for backing out at the last minute, I heard bombs in the background." Sean was waiting for Xavien at the hotel when he suddenly sat up straight upon hearing this. "And you didn't ask why the bombing happened?" "He didn't tell me. He angrily hung up and blocked my number." Kevin's voice carried a hint of grievance.

Sean immediately tried calling Simond, only to find that his number was also blocked.

He couldn't help but laugh bitterly.

In such a dangerous situation, why would Simond block him? Wouldn't having an additional ally increase their chances of success?

Although he didn't understand why Simond would help Abigail and even assist in her hiding, he sensed that Simond had ulterior motives toward her. But as Sean thought about Kevin's words, a sense of unease washed over him.

Ever since he arrived in Perou, he had been restless. Could something have happened to her? Sean called Abigail but found that she was out of the service area.

Unable to sit still any longer, he got up and dialed Xavien's number.