Abigail's Second Life novel Chapter 738

How does one let go of the hatred stemming from the ruin of a family?

Unaware of the full extent of Abigail's life stories, Martin stated, "Please share your story with me."

Upon hearing that, Abigail thought, So, he dares to ask me not to seek justice against my enemy when he truly has no knowledge of what I have endured and only has a vague understanding?!

"When I was a child, my uncle and aunt joined hands and threw me into the sea because they were interested in illegal activities. However, fate intervened, and a madam who owned a seaside resort found me. She became my grandmother and raised me. My parents searched for me every year. My father was tormented by sleepless nights and the agony of losing me. My mother was young and beautiful when she held on to her last breath. Do you know why?" Abigail slowly revealed her story to Martin.

Martin was a little shocked. She got thrown into the sea by her biological uncle and aunt…

"Why?" he asked subconsciously.

"Because she feared I wouldn't recognize her if she grew old. She believed that even if I remembered her even a little, I would recognize her if I saw her among the vast sea of people. Unfortunately, when I got thrown into the sea, the lack of oxygen caused me to lose my memory. As a result, I have no recollection of having parents." Abigail gently took a deep breath after saying that.

The story might sound serene, but no one truly understood the pain Lawrence and Scarlett endured for twenty years after losing their daughter.

They could only cling to the hope that they hadn't seen her remains. Even though they knew their hope was dwindling, they never gave up.

Sometimes, when Abigail pondered this, she would feel that parents who loved their children resembled a tree. They would continuously grow to provide shelter and protection for the grass and flowers beneath their branches if circumstances permitted.

Martin finished his bun and never uttered a word.

"They sent my dearest best friend, Luna, to Golden Triangle because she had discovered their plot. Sean, my beloved fiancé, suffered severe injuries when he went to rescue her. He and his special assistant nearly lost their lives in the process. Even so, he suddenly fell severely ill shortly after his return. Medical examinations revealed that all his organs were failing. It was Alice who treated him for two years and saved his life," Abigail continued.

"Afterward, Luna suddenly fell ill. They said she was injected with something, and she suffered from depression and DNA problems. She became pregnant, but I still don't know who the baby's father is. I don't know what happened to her, but she will forever be absent from my life now." Abigail lowered her head and took a deep breath at the mention of Luna's passing.

She simply couldn't control her emotions when it came to Luna.

After all, Luna was like a sister to her. They had endured numerous hardships and shared countless memories. But from now on, Luna would never be by her side, laughing and playing together.

"If only you had brought her to me earlier, maybe things would have been different," Martin whispered. "I have been studying modern medicine for many years."

"Alice was desperate. That was why she asked me to find you. Truthfully, she knows very well that you have your own life. She wouldn't disturb you if it wasn't necessary," Abigail choked with sobs. "She is an exceptional doctor. In fact, I still keep the letter she wrote to me."

"May I see it?" Martin asked Abigail. If truth be told, I had long forgotten what Alice looked like.

We were both under thirty when we divorced. Now, I'm over seventy. Several decades of separation had caused her voice and appearance to fade away from my memory with time.

Back then, I chose to pursue a career in medicine for financial gain. Alice, however, truly embraced the profession to save lives. Her love for traditional medicine was so deep that she remained steadfast in her beliefs even when its medical practice was in decline.

It was also due to our differing beliefs that we got divorced. I went abroad while Alice remained in her hometown. We never had any contact again.

If it hadn't been for the unexpected news about Andrew and the accident, I wouldn't have written a letter to Alice.

Sadly, Alice had already passed away and didn't respond to my letter. Instead, she sent a young girl with a child to find me.

She was indeed determined, just as she had been in her pursuit of studying medicine.

Even if it meant sacrificing herself, she wanted to save the life of a newborn.