Abigail’s Second Life (Abigail Quinn)

Chapter 684 There Must Be A Way To Save You

Luna glanced at Abigail but remained silent.

Abigail continued, "Once I've dealt with the danger around you and you're feeling better, I'll take you to see her. Once the drugs have left your system, you'll recover."

"Are you referring to a miraculous doctor?" Luna questioned.

"Luna, you have to believe that Western medicine is not all-powerful, but traditional medicine doctors have a history of thousands of years. Countless ancestors have continuously experimented, tested, and personally tried medicines, resulting in the accumulation of their wisdom. If local medicine doesn't work, traditional medicine doctors definitely can. I have faith in the wisdom of our ancestors," Abigail said confidently.

Luna looked at her, slightly moved. However, she soon showed a sense of defeat again. "It's enough if Larry is cured. Why are you wasting time trying to save me?"

Abigail knew that Luna was suffering from depression, and nothing she said would help. After all, her illness prevented her from finding interest in anything, including hope.

After Abigail had tidied up the room, it was almost dark. The room was so dirty, filled with garbage. She was exhausted, and her back ached.

"Go take a bath and wash your hair. I'll take you out for dinner," Abigail said to Luna as she sat on the now clean couch.

"Why do I need to bathe and wash my hair? You can bring the food back." Luna resisted the idea of going out.

Abigail looked at her and said, "I want to go for a walk. It's my first time in Saraville. Come with me!"

Luna frowned but remained silent.

She had taken all the necessary medication under Abigail's care at noon. Thus, her mood was slightly better than in the morning. Abigail wouldn't have asked her to go out if it had been like the morning.

"Come on. Let's go." Abigail moved closer to her and gently shook her arm.

Luna's expression went from conflicted to troubled. After some time, she finally got up and walked towards the bathroom.

Abigail noticed that Luna hadn't even brought a towel or clothes with her. She sighed and got up, heading to Luna's room. She picked out some nice clothes and a towel for Luna, placing them on the chair by the bathroom door.

After Luna finished her bath, she realized she hadn't brought anything. She had been like this before, forgetting to bring clothes and a towel into the bathroom. Then, she simply stopped bathing.

"I need some clothes and a towel," Luna called from the bathroom.

"They're at the bathroom door. You'll see them when you open the door," Abigail replied loudly.

The bathroom door opened slightly, and Luna reached out to grab her clothes.

Abigail noticed many scars on her hand. There were new and old scars, some even freshly scabbed.

As she watched Luna take the clothes and retreat, it took her a while to return to her senses.

Did Luna tend to self-harm when she was alone?

When Luna came out, she saw Abigail sitting in front of the couch, looking upset.

"What's wrong?" Luna walked over to her and asked softly.

"Nothing, I'll dry your hair." Abigail got up and went to the bathroom to get a hairdryer.

Luna lay on the couch as Abigail slowly blow-dried her hair.

Her hair was still very soft after it was dried.

"After dinner, I'll take you to get your hair trimmed. How does that sound?" Abigail asked. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

"There will be way too many people... They talk too much." Luna was somewhat resistant.

"You don't have to talk. Just follow me. I'll do the talking." Abigail gently ran her fingers through her hair, trying to sound as gentle as possible.

Luna was a bit annoyed, but she chose to compromise in the end. "Fine. Whatever you say."

Abigail's heart ached at her reaction.

Luna used to love being beautiful and clean, but now she has become like this... The more Abigail pondered her depression, the more her heart ached.

In the evening, Abigail made an effort to take Luna out as much as possible to divert her attention.

Upon their return, Luna's mood had improved slightly. She impulsively purchased several antiques that caught her eye at first glance. While this served as a temporary distraction, it also prevented her from fixating on her illness.

"This jade appears to be authentic. Do you think we may have stumbled upon a treasure?" Luna asked Abigail excitedly.

"If you like it, I can find someone to carve it into something you adore. What do you think?" Abigail responded with a smile.

Upon hearing these words, Luna suddenly lost interest. "I don't like it that much. Do you think it's a valuable piece?"

"I'm not well-versed in jade. Why don't we have it appraised?" Abigail suggested.

"Forget it. It's too much trouble to have it appraised," Luna dismissed, proceeding to play with her newly acquired bracelet.

The bracelet was crafted from petrified wood and was quite exquisite.

As she put it on, her attention gradually shifted from the bracelet to the scars on her arm. Gazing at the wounds, she began to drift off into her thoughts.

"Luna," Abigail gently shook her.

Luna stared at the scars on her hand, slowly returning to reality. She murmured, "Why do I always contemplate death?"

"Stop dwelling on it." Abigail embraced her, her voice filled with emotion. "Luna, stop thinking about it. I'll be here with you during this time, alright?"

"No... You can't always be by my side. If you're constantly with me, how will they come out? How will they reveal themselves? If this continues, we'll never catch the culprits." Luna started to ramble.

Abigail held her tightly and said, "Luna, stop thinking about it!"