Abigail's Second Life novel Chapter 759

Abigail held her phone and waited patiently, but she did not receive a reply from Sean.

Although she felt a tinge of disappointment, she put her phone away.

Three days passed quickly.

In the evening, she wrapped Larry around her body, and to prevent any accidents, she even gave him a sleeping pill.

After making the necessary preparations, she emerged from the room.

It was quite challenging for Martin to assist the limping Andrew. Abigail pursed her lips and said, "Let's wait for further instructions."

"Okay," Martin replied. He was prepared for anything.

Sitting in a wheelchair, Andrew looked at Abigail and asked, "I can't walk. Can you really take me with you?"

At that moment, he realized that he was merely a burden.

"If I say I'll take you with me, then I will. What is there to worry about?" Abigail's voice turned cold at this moment.

She usually had a gentle demeanor, so Andrew was somewhat surprised by her sudden seriousness.

Two hours later, her phone vibrated.

"Alright." She picked up her backpack and went to help Martin carry Andrew. "I have someone waiting outside to assist us, so don't worry about them not being able to handle him. Just follow my lead."

Martin nodded in agreement. He didn't bring much with him, so he only gave Andrew the one bag he had.

The three of them left, with Abigail being cautious throughout the entire time.

She first threw out a doll and waited for a while to ensure there were no issues before helping Martin support Andrew toward the door.

Martin looked at the iron gate that was just within his reach, and his breath became quick.

Abigail also felt a bit nervous.

Andrew's lower body was completely paralyzed, so when his feet were being dragged on the ground, he felt no sensation.

Upon swinging open the door, she drew in a soft breath at the sight of the figure sprawled on the ground.

With Martin's help, they brought Andrew outside, and all three of them felt a bit excited.

Abigail answered the phone with earphones in her ears as she communicated with Simond. "We're out."

"Got it. Head west toward the birch forest, and hurry," Simond instructed in a deep voice.

She murmured to Martin, "West. Toward the birch trees."

He nodded and immediately followed her lead.

The birch forest to the west was not far, but it was dark and windy, and the road was not easy to traverse.

After walking for a while, both Abigail and Martin were panting heavily.

Martin paused and wheezed like a tired ox. "I can't keep going... Haven't had this much exercise in ages."