I Want a Divorce (Abigail and Sean)

Chapter 724 Won't Let Him Worry

Kevin always felt that Abigail was involved in something he couldn't understand.

Why did she have to contact the medical research institute? Why did she have to find this person? Why was everything so secretive?

After getting in the car, Kevin took the initiative to ask, "Abigail, I shouldn't interfere in your affairs, but... why would someone who designs clothes be connected to a biological research institute?"

Abigail looked at Kevin and said, "Kevin, when Sean went to the Golden Triangle to save Luna, his body was so depleted that he almost died. I was really scared back then, and when he slowly recovered, I made a promise to myself that I wouldn't let him suffer such harm again."

Kevin didn't know about Sean's situation, and his expression became serious. "How could that..."

"Luna is no longer involved in this matter, but... She left something very important for me to accomplish. This is something I can't share with anyone, including you and Sean. She's gone, and I have to honor her memory." Abigail was doing this for Luna's reputation and the future of the child, so there was no way she could tell Kevin that Luna had a child.

Kevin nodded gently. "I understand. The deceased should be respected. But you must take care of your own safety. You know very well that if anything happens to you, Sean might really go with you."

"I know." Abigail nodded. If it really came to that point, she would choose to break up with Sean, even if he hated her. After all, hating her was a better option than him getting into harm's way from staying with her.

Back at the hotel, Abigail and Simond discussed Martin's request.

"I don't care how you make the decision, but I can assure you that Martin has no connection to the money laundering gang." Simond certainly hoped that Abigail would agree to Martin's request.

Once Luna's child's genes stabilize, they can use genetics to conduct the search, and they could narrow down the search range by matching genes by entering Larry’s genes into the gene database.

Of course, this was an optimistic scenario. If the father's genes were not in the gene database, everything they were doing now would be in vain.

The search was difficult, but even if there was a glimmer of hope, they could not give up.

Abigail held her phone, her eyes solemn. She definitely wanted to agree, but what about Sean? How should she explain it to him?

"If you don't know how to explain it to Sean, let's stage an accident." Simond took her phone away, his eyes filled with a cunning smile. "For example, getting shot in an accident or disappearing."

"What are you talking about?" Abigail snatched her phone back from him. "I will talk to him myself."

"I hope you make a decision soon," Simond said, then turned and left.

Abigail sat by the window, looking at the pitch-black outside, sighing.

Simond's idea was certainly good and the most suitable, but she didn't want Sean to worry about her.

*

The next morning, Abigail brought Eswadian breakfast to Martin's John's research room.

She had specifically asked Sean for the recipe last night and got the ingredients from the hotel, and she had been cooking since before dawn.

Although she was not as skilled as Alice, Martin should still enjoy it, right?

Martin came downstairs wearing a white coat and was surprised to see the basket in Abigail's hand. "Eswadian food?"

He couldn't remember the last time he had Eswadian food.

Abigail nodded. "My fiancé was sick before and lived with Alice for two years. He learned Alice's cooking skills, and I learned from him."

Martin nodded and sat down at the table before he took out his phone and sent a message.

Soon, Andrew left his room in a wheelchair. He looked sickly, with pale skin like a vampire; even his lips were devoid of color.

Fortunately, the breakfast Abigail made today was nourishing.

She opened the lunch box and served Martin a bowl of nourishing soup, bringing out the other breakfast items one by one.

Yesterday, she noticed that there were no other people in the research room, and it was very quiet. Hence, their meals should be simple as well.

Martin was wearing a white robe, which was even lined with fur. It seemed that his strange illness was quite serious. © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

He took a sip of the nourishing soup, and his furrowed brow relaxed, as if a lion that was pleased after tasting delicious food.

Seeing that, Abigail felt herself relax a little.

Martin took a few bites, and a nostalgic expression appeared on his face. "Her cooking skills have improved a lot."

"To be honest, what I make is not as delicious as what she makes," Abigail said softly.

"Alice and I met because of our medical backgrounds, but unfortunately, she is a traditional medicine doctor while I am a Western medicine doctor. Due to our different perspectives on medicine, we went from discussing everything to arguing every day. When we got divorced, it was an amicable separation," Martin sighed as he held his bowl.

Abigail handed a plate of shrimp dumplings to Martin, placing it in front of him. "Alice is doing well. She has a new social media account where she shares videos of her life. Would you like to watch?"

"No, thank you," Martin replied softly.

Abigail fell silent as well.

Andrew quietly ate a substantial breakfast, and his cheeks turned slightly red after finishing.

"Is it delicious?" Martin asked Andrew gently.