Abigail’s Second Life

Carrying the delicious food to Sage's room, Abigail deliberately paid attention to the faces of the bodyguards. It is just the beginning...

As Sage, who was in a vegetative state, regained a bit of consciousness under the effect of the medicine developed by Martin, she still needed assistance to move around. Even her meals took her a long tto eat.

The dish Abigail made this tinvolved soaking rice for two hours, smashing it to make soup, and scooping out the large grains of rice while cooking. The soup base was completely mushy and combined with high-quality ingredients to emit a tantalizing aroma.

Sage lay on the bed. She struggled to see what Abigail was carrying.

Seeing Sage's eyes moving, Abigail immediately said to Martin beside her, "Her eyes moved!" "It's because your food smells too good. She hasn't eaten much for a long time, and she's craving it." Martin smiled and injected the medicine into her body.

With his help, Abigail helped Sage sit up.

Sage's throat rolled as she always wanted to see what Abigail had cooked.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Abigail picked up the bowl, cooled it down, and brought it to Sage's mouth. Sage swallowed, and as Abigail fed her the food, tears welled up in her eyes.

It seemed like she had suffered a great grievance, but good food always had the power to heal the heart. Abigail slowly fed her until Sage finished the meal, feeling that her mood was much better.

After Sage lay down, Abigail left with a tray of dishes. Search the Findwebsite on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.

Martin followed her.

As for what exactly was going on with Sage, neither Martin nor Abigail knew.

As to why the Simpson Family's mercenary group had saved Sage, the two of them also had no idea.

Abigail was thinking about leaving, but at the moment, she was completely clueless.

There were bodyguards on both sides of the corridor, and they hardly dared to communicate their thoughts. "Let's go to the kitchen and have something to eat. I made quite a lot," Abigail invited Martin.

"I'll bring Andrew to eat with us," Martin immediately said.

Abigail couldn't help but notice how much Martin had visibly aged recently and couldn't help but think that he and Andrew were really unlucky.

However, he had fallen to this point because of his own talent.

She couldn't help but think that in the past, the beauties in TV s, because they were so beautiful, were fought over by various forces. They would still fade away in the end. Now, Martin was in a similar situation.

The two of them brought Andrew to the kitchen.

They sat down at the kitchen table to eat.

Andrew slowly ate his soup; his mood had been bad since he had arrived here.

"When can we leave?" Andrew asked Martin. The initial excitement had faded, leaving in its wake only boredom. Abigail glanced at Martin but didn't answer.

The answer might be that they had no chance of leaving at all.

It was said that they could go back once Sage was cured, but who knew if they would be eliminated directly after she was cured? "I know it's boring here, but we might have to stay here for a long time," Martin said.

The security here was tight, and their daily activities were limited. It was easy to feel bored and frustrated here. Andrew used to watch TV, but now there was no TV.

He sighed because even the delicious food couldn't lift his spirits.

While the three of them were quietly eating, Simond cover and glanced at the counter, looking at Abigail. "Is there anything left?" "Serve yourself from the pot," Abigail said softly.

"Prepare something. It's not forto eat," Simond said coldly.

Abigail stood up, took a plate, served various dishes and soup, and filled a cup of soup.

Simond left after finishing his meal.

She settled back down, grateful for her newfound cooking skills.

It used to be Sean who did the cooking, and if she stayed out of the kitchen for too long, she would quickly forget the steps.

But now, she had to prepare three meals a day.

Simond entered Stephen's room and placed the dishes on the dining table by the window. Then, he respectfully informed Stephen, who was seated at the desk, "It's ready." "It smells delicious. I just hope it tastes as good," Stephen remarked as he stood up and made his way to the table.

Simond was surprised by Abigail's cooking abilities, but judging from its presentation, it seemed promising.

Stephen leisurely donned a napkin at the table and then sampled the soup.

His eyebrows liftedin @pproval. "This is truly delicious. I don't think I've had such flavorful food even back in Eswadia. The cooking is truly impressive." Simond gazed at his now slightly softened expression with satisfaction.

"You should definitely try slater, it's really delicious." Being from Eswadia, Stephen naturally had a preference for Eswadian cuisine.

Moreover, Eswadia's culinary offerings were incredibly diverse, catering to all tastes.

"Alright." Simond nodded.

Stephen savored each bite, thoroughly enjoying the meal.

Despite his usually small appetite, he found himself finishing every dish without hesitation. Upon finishing, he couldn't help but feel a slight sense of unease. "Was this meal specifically prepared for Sage?" It seemed a bit intentional. If it was for Sage, a single portion would have sufficed.