Abigail's Second Life novel Chapter 725

Martin glanced at Abigail and advised, "You should make a decision soon. I'm only giving you a chance because Alice recommended you. Normal people can't come here."

Abigail inferred from his words that he was a cautious and meticulous person.

Considering the nature of his work, it was indeed necessary for him to be cautious and not easily assist others whom he didn't fully trust. That's why she couldn't miss this opportunity.

"I have made up my mind, but I… I hope to visit my country every two weeks. Otherwise, my fiancé—"

"Ms. Quinn, your family matters are not my concern. Do you understand the nature of my work? Do you realize that this is a foreign country?" Martin coldly interrupted her.

Abigail pursed her lips and remained silent.

"I am saying this out of concern about your safety. You can also choose to put yourself in danger at any time for the sake of love, but I am curious about one thing. Does your fiancé prioritize your safety, or does he prefer to have romantic encounters with you in dangerous situations?"

Upon saying that, Martin pushed Andrew out, intending to take him for a walk outside the courtyard.

Abigail tidied up the utensils on the dining table, feeling conflicted.

She realized that Martin had asked her to stay there because he himself was in danger, and they were only safe inside the research institute.

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Meanwhile, Andrew was taken to enjoy the sunlight in the courtyard. Instead of staying quiet as usual, he asked Martin, "Will she stay?"

"She will," Martin replied calmly.

"She cooks delicious food," Andrew remarked.

"In the future, you'll be able to eat even better food. She has brought us hope." Martin bent down and held his hand, excitement evident in his eyes. "That prescription is not for treating genetic issues. It's for treating your illness. I wrote her a letter years ago, asking for her help, but I never received a reply. I thought there was no hope."

Andrew looked at Martin. He was not as joyful but rather calm. "Madam Alice doesn't like me. That's why she didn't reply to you."

"It's not exactly that. She and I have been separated for forty or fifty years. Although our love for each other was passionate when we were young, it has already faded away after spending a few years apart. Otherwise, I wouldn't have remarried and had you, my precious son." Martin reached out and touched Andrew's head.

Andrew nodded. "Are you really going to help her?"

"Of course, it's Alice's request, and I'm willing to help. Besides, she sacrificed her life to find the prescription to cure your illness. This exchange is beneficial for us. Moreover, if you like her, I can help you keep her by your side for the rest of your life to take care of you," Martin said, holding his hand tightly again. "You said it yourself. She doesn't look down on you."

Andrew fell silent for a moment, a slight smile appearing on his lips. "Eastern women are truly beautiful, just like on television. Their skin is as fair as jade, their eyes and brows gentle like water, and their temperament as graceful and elegant as distant mountains."

"Not every woman is like that, but Abigail is definitely one of the most beautiful women among Eastern women," Martin said, feeling a slight sense of pleasure because he liked her.