Abigail’s Second Life (Abigail Quinn)

Chapter 774 A Big Lie

Simond's cold gaze fixated on Martin.

Martin shivered and stuttered, "My son used it for a few days, but... due to plans changed, I haven't had a chance to see its effects yet."

"The prescription? Wasn't it a letter?" Simond confirmed during his investigation that it was indeed a letter.

The request for Martin's help for Larry was in the letter, and the prescription inside was beneficial for Larry. It was just a traditional remedy for clearing the blood virus, but not for this individual.

"The letter and the prescription are combined. It's a new prescription. You know Eswadians like to create cryptic puzzles." Martin murmured with a touch of nostalgia. "Alice was very talented. She wrote many things that only I can comprehend. That's why we got married back then."

Simond remained unfazed.

He seemed like a different person, devoid of the emotions typically associated with humans.

"Research and develop a medication that can help her eyes see as soon as possible. I'm giving you one month. If there's no progress within that time, I'll personally see to it that Andrew loses both his legs and becomes dog food!" With that ultimatum, Simond turned on his heel and departed.

Martin's legs trembled, and he was drenched in sweat.

After escorting Martin back to his room, Simond commenced the setup of the research institute.

Of course, preparations for these had been made in advance, but they were not yet complete.

He walked into the main castle.

The staircase was steep, and Simond climbed it step by step until he reached the fourth floor.

…

In a four-story study, a middle-aged man sat inside writing documents. Upon hearing a knock on the door, he calmly stated, "Come in."

The middle-aged man's gaze was sharp yet very cold.

Simond pushed the door open and entered. After shutting the door, he approached the man's side and said, "Mr. Simpson, we have located the individual."

"And you've also brought a woman and a child. What's the situation?" Stephen set down the quill in his hand and inquired indifferently.

Simond maintained his cold expression. "The woman requires a potion. Once her eyes recover, she can utilize it."

"What about the child?" Stephen asked calmly, his hands clasped together on the table as he looked at him.

Simond replied, "When the child is gone, she'll follow suit as well. She's just an ordinary woman who's fragile both physically and emotionally."

Stephen nodded in agreement. "Indeed, women are indeed fragile and prone to mishaps when they do something. If you want to keep her, then keep her, but only if the treatment is successful. Otherwise, they should both be dealt with together."

Meeting Stephen's gaze, Simond's voice remained icy as he asserted, "If she recovers, I want both her and the child."

"Are you developing feelings for a vulnerable woman?" Stephen's tone betrayed a hint of surprise.

In reality, as mercenaries, few of them had any feelings. The whole family was cold, not because they were born that way but rather hardened by witnessing life and death repeatedly.

"Somewhat," Simond admitted frankly. He knew that without honesty, there would be no chance. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Stephen responded with a grunt. "Why do you develop feelings for such a weakling?"

"She possesses a keen intellect and emotional stability. If it weren't for her cooperation, I wouldn't have returned so soon," Simond honestly replied.

"We're not lacking intelligent women here," Stephen remarked indifferently.

"Indeed," Simond didn't argue with Stephen because what he said was true.

Stephen looked at him for a while before asking, "Is she very attractive?"

"Yes," Simond answered seriously.

"Even heroes fall for a beauty's charm. No wonder Eswadia's Sean Graham spent nearly 30 billion on her. A woman worth 30 billion must be the finest in the world. I must say, Eswadia is truly a land of opportunity... it truly evokes nostalgia in me." After uttering this, Stephen turned his head, picked up his quill, and resumed writing.

"Mr. Simpson, I'll take my leave now," Simond intended to depart.

"Save Sage, obtain the information we need, and the heir to this castle will be you. You're fortunate, Simond. Your brother Abigail has not returned yet, and two others have perished." Stephen offered a sincere blessing to Simond, though his expression remained stoic.

"Thank you, Mr. Simpson," replied Simond before exiting.

He always appeared robotic, devoid of emotion.

A week later, Abigail's eyes began to respond to the medication.

The medication was formulated by Martin.

"After three days of use, there should be a reaction." Martin was confident in his research on the medication. Being able to say this meant there were indeed no major issues.

"Why would you suddenly help me regain my sight?" Abigail asked him.

Martin licked his lips. "You have to brew traditional medicine. There's a patient who needs you to take care of her, give her medicine, and massage her. Your massage skills are good, aren't they? Oh, and you've learned a lot of dietary therapy from Alice at home, all of which we'll need to use. We only have one month. If we don't cure the person, all four of us will die."

Abigail remained calm and simply asked, "Are you confident then?"

"It's not a challenge at all. I have identified everything, the elements and chemical compounds that nearly killed that person," Martin stated calmly.

To put it plainly, it was just another sacrifice in the struggle. Perhaps harboring a very important secret…

Otherwise, why would this mercenary family expend so much effort to save her?

Abigail hummed. "So, am I really beneficial?"

"Do not underestimate Alice's prescriptions. Everything she asked you to do is beneficial. Traditional medicine practitioners are highly valuable. At times, only traditional medicine practitioners can resolve these types of issues," Martin stated solemnly.