Abigail’s Second Life (Abigail Quinn)

Chapter 751 Because You Are a Good Person

Abigail's eyes flickered as she observed Martin and silently watched his every move. She softly said, "If I could, I would take you with me. Don't consider sacrificing yourself. Survival is instinctual, and you mustn't forget that."

Martin paused. He stopped in his actions as he remained silent. This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

"Perhaps you believe that you are old and don't need to live much longer, but that's not true. You haven't reached that point yet. Striving to live is what you should be doing," Abigail calmly advised him. "I have a vast network of contacts. If I can assist you, I most certainly will."

Suddenly, he felt reassured by Andrew's decision. He gazed at her, and his heart rate gradually increased. "Alright."

"Let's have a meal first," Abigail suggested. Afterward, I can make plans. Martin is a talented individual. It would be a waste if he were to disappear just like that.

Once they finished their meal, Abigail asked Martin, "May I visit your laboratory?"

"Uh, sure." Martin didn't object to her visit.

However, Abigail was known for her strict discipline.

He accompanied her to the second-floor laboratory. It was only at that moment that she realized that it wasn't just an ordinary laboratory but a biochemical one. Numerous animals are immersed in liquid tanks. Looking at them makes me unsettled.

"There's a special room you shouldn't enter as people are inside. However, they were donated or purchased with money," Martin explained in a gentle tone.

Abigail appeared surprised. "People?"

"Yes," Martin confirmed and led Abigail into his cultivation room. The room was filled with various plants and animals.

No wonder he can't leave this place. A significant amount of funding must be required to achieve this level. "If you were out there, your reputation would be renowned. Alice was in a similar situation and was retreating to the mountains. If she had been out there, she would have become an internationally acclaimed traditional medicine doctor," Abigail remarked and turned to Martin. Indeed, geniuses attract other geniuses.

Upon hearing Abigail's words, Martin smiled. "You're mistaken. I wouldn't have accomplished all of this if I were out there. It's because someone funded me that I could reach this stage. Without financial research support, even great abilities would gradually fade away." One can only pursue these endeavors when they are well-fed and nourished.

Abigail nodded in agreement.

"My friend received an injection. She spiraled into depression. Do you think such a medicine exists?" she asked Martin.

"It certainly exists, but the psychological implication is even more terrifying. People are crushed by psychological suggestions many times. Let's say that I'm telling you now I've spiked the food you ate before and that you'll become gravely ill after a year. You'll eventually die, too," Martin said with a smile. This proposition was also presented by the individuals who approached me. They desire for Abigail to perish quietly, and the condition is finding a way to make me leave this confinement.

"I suppose so," Abigail replied with a nonchalant expression. However, her heart felt somewhat unsettled. When Martin was approached by someone yesterday, did they offer similar conditions? Luckily, Andrew is on my side.

After Abigail concluded her visit, she marveled. "You've invested a substantial amount of money into this research institute. Perhaps the other party genuinely hopes that you can achieve something."

Her unintentional words ignited a spark within Martin's heart. It has been eight or nine years since I last made significant breakthroughs, yet the research institute continues spending money. Of course, there is pressure from higher-ups, but what sets me apart from other research institutes is my ability to quickly develop medicine whenever a new disease emerges, thus earning a fortune for the institute. After all, the pharmaceutical industry is lucrative. That's why the research institute is willing to retain me. As long as I can develop a particular medicine quickly whenever a new disease emerges, they will continue to support me.

Now that he reflected on Abigail's words, he realized he had some ability. For the past few years, he had been feeling down because he hadn't developed any potent medicine. However, Abigail's words soothed his heart and gradually washed away his frustration and pain over the past few years.

Abigail descended the stairs while Martin sat in the research room as he quietly contemplated his past years.

Andrew had been waiting downstairs for a long time. When he saw Abigail, his eyes brightened. "Why haven't you watched my surveillance footage yet?"

"I'll watch it right away." She smiled as she approached him. Then, she carefully observed Andrew briefly before softly saying, "Although I don't know what you did, I'm grateful to you. Trust me, I'm on your side."

"It's because you are a good person. I believe in good people but not in bad ones. They have deceived many individuals, causing them to suffer and lose everything. They lack morals." Andrew looked back at Abigail with sincerity.

Abigail gazed at Andrew and felt pleased. "What would you like to eat tonight? I can cook for you."

He licked his lips. "I want to eat braised pork! I don't want anything stewed. It's too greasy!"

"Alright. I'll let you indulge once," Abigail said as she guided him toward the room.

She opened the computer and inserted the chip into a USB drive. The surveillance footage should have been recorded on the phone and then transferred to the computer.

Abigail observed several tall men entering before Martin went forward to greet them. Their conversation confirmed what Martin had said. They want to drug me to make me chronically ill, and they even give Martin a vial of medicine.