Abigail’s Second Life

"It's enough. That's already quite extravagant for a one-person audience," Abigail remarked.

"Since he's helping me, | have to ensure his satisfaction; he's also a client," Sean smiled. "If | serve him well, he

will be very useful in the future."

"You have to arrange for the house help properly," Abigail reminded him.

Martin was busy with research, so he definitely wouldn't have tto take care of Andrew.

"Okay." Sean nodded.

Sean's theater for Andrew was completed in three days.

But Andrew was not finished yet.

Martin took him to the new house, and Andrew was stunned by the bright house and sunroom.

Outside the solarium were all plants. As the sunlight shone through them and entered the sunroom, it created a

forest-like atmosphere.

Andrew really liked it here. He pushed his wheelchair around in the sunroom, and when he saw a desk and

bookshelf on the side, he was even more satisfied.

"Dad, this place is beautiful." Andrew turned his head, his face full of joy. "It's much better than Johnson Hospital

Research Institute."

The butler beside him smiled and said, "Mr. Colleen, you can read here, and the kitchen will prepare whatever

you want to eat immediately."

"I don't want to eat anything for now. | want to go see the movie theater." Andrew couldn't wait.

If the sunroom was this good, the theater must be even better!

The butler immediately showed him the way.

Martin walked around the house and then turned to Sean, who was on the phone.

After Sean finished the call, he smiled. "Are you satisfied?"

"It's really nice. Working from his really great." Martin felt grateful. "Andrew was right. Working with good

people leads to better results."

"Good people have boundaries, too; just remember that. | have simportant matters to attend to, so you

guys take care of yourselves," Sean said in a calm tone, ready to leave. Martin walked him to the door and said

again, "Thank you."

"You should thank Abby; she's the one who brought you back to your homeland," Sean replied.

Martin nodded. After living abroad for so many years and conducting extensive research on drugs, he had no

fto speak of except for smoney.

If he hadn't gone abroad in the first place, would he easily have access to all these things in Eswadia now?

Moreover, Andrew wouldn't be paralyzed either.

Sean received news that Eric had posted a video on social media, claiming that everything was fine at his uncle's

house in New Yoke. He was subtly pointing fingers at Sean and spreading rumors behind his back.

Xavien said that Eric's fans were now attacking Graham International, demanding justice. Search The Find

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Sitting in the car, Sean listened to Xavien, and his face turned cold. "Release the second plan."

He had already anticipated that such a situation might occur and had taken precautions in advance.

In less than half an hour, Graham International caught a group of marketing accounts and filed a lawsuit against

them.

Eric's fans realized that someone was trying to harm Graham International and started cursing the companies

behind these marketing accounts.

In an instant, the intewas buzzing, and even Graham International's stock market rose slightly.

That night, they returned to the Pearsons.

Holding Larry, Josh leaned in to ask, "Are you manipulating things online behind the scenes?"

"I knew they would try to smear me, so | took advantage of it." Sean reclined on the couch, with a hint of disdain

in his tone.

Abigail emerged from the kitchen and served him a bowl of soup made by Scarlett. "Try this. Fighting with people

every day must have killed a lot of brain cells. My mom says it's good for the brain." Sean took the bowl with a

smile. "Thanks, honey. Fighting too much can indeed make one stupid."

"Can you stop showing off?" Josh's face immediately fell. "Am | not getting any?"

"I'll give you slater. Let him finish first, then I'll serve you." Abigail reclined on the couch, observing Sean's

profile while responding to Josh.

Josh sighed. "You seem completely focused on him... Never mind, I'm not that hungry. I'll have slater at

dinner. | don't need food for the brain."

After finishing the soup, Sean handed the bowl to Abigail. "It's really delicious. Please thank her for me."

Abigail took the bowl and gazed into his eyes. "Do you think there's something off about Eric's video?"

"I believe so. If he's still the sas before, he wouldn't be making such vague statements. Sof his fans are

starting to question the video's authenticity." Sean narrowed his eyes.

Upon watching the video, he had two theories: either he was forced to say it, or it was fabricated.

However, they would have to wait for Xavien's findings to find out whether it was fabricated or not.

Josh furrowed his brow, "What if he was threatened into saying those things?"

"This is also one of my theories." Sean's expression turned grave. "If so, his situation is indeed dire."

Abigail, upon hearing this, grew even more anxious.

She clutched the bowl tightly, took a deep breath, and asked in a somber tone, "What about Luna?"

If Eric and the others could be mistreated like this, Luna, who had no ties to those people, would be in an even

worse situation, wouldn't she?

"I've always had doubts about Luna's circumstances. If she's merely a pawn to drive us apart, she should have

achieved her goal by now and would no longer be useful. It wouldn't make sense for her to still be able to

contact you later on," Sean remarked with a serious gaze.

Josh bit his lip and inquired nervously, "So there must be another use for her?"