Abigail’s Second Life (Abigail Quinn)

Chapter 767 Lost Love

Martin couldn't help but suggest, "How about we get a few people to take a speedboat or something and buy the medicine I need? It'll temporarily stop the toxins for her. Otherwise, by the time we dock, it might damage her optic nerves. I'm afraid that even if a great immortal shows up then, it might be too late to cure her eyes."

Henri glanced at the map and then turned to Simond. "Boss, if we take a speedboat, we can be back in two or three days."

"You better jot down what to buy and make sure everything I need is there. We still have a long journey ahead, and we can't afford any mishaps along the way. Otherwise, I might as well just toss you overboard to feed the sharks!" Simond threatened Martin with a stern expression.

Martin nodded repeatedly.

Henri accompanied him downstairs.

Martin held Abigail's hand and said gently, "I'll help you down."

Abigail knew that she could only rely on him at this time. Simond had taken care of Larry before, and Larry was familiar with him. She reached out and held Simond's hand. "I'll trust you to take care of Larry."

"Sure, I can treat him like our own child," Simond replied without hesitation.

Abigail was a bit annoyed at this. "Can't you be serious for once?"

"I'm serious. Why? Are you still thinking about Sean, that heartless guy? Even when you were in danger, he still managed to upset you. I'm different. I've been by your side all along," said Simond as he gently took Larry into his arms.

Abigail gripped his clothes tightly. "Simond, please promise me you'll take good care of Larry. He's the child of my dearest friend. I'm begging you."

Since Abigail was living under his roof, she had no choice but to yield to him, especially now that she was blinded and unable to care for Larry.

If Larry annoys him, Simond would just toss him into the sea, and I wouldn't even know.

"Don't worry, I promise to keep my word!" Simond replied as he grew a bit impatient.

She continued to grip his clothes tightly and dared not let go. "You said my friend is still alive. Is it true?"

"I gain nothing from lying to you," he said casually.

She gradually relaxed, but she still held onto his hand. "I want to go back to my room."

He led her downstairs.

Abigail walked slowly and finally returned to the room. She reached out her hand to him. "Let Larry stay with me for a while."

Simond handed the child to her.

She held Larry as she climbed onto the bed. After she lay down, a wave of discomfort washed over her, and she closed her eyes.

Initially, she thought of finding an opportunity to escape, but her blindness made it impossible for her to move even an inch.

Perhaps this is my fate, she pondered.

So many things had happened, and it caused her to lose love. Now, her vision was gone as well.

…

It had been three days since they lost contact with Abigail, and it was only then that Sean's ship found the phone thrown into the sea by Simond.

The phone had already run out of battery and shut down.

Truth be told, Simond's phone didn't have much battery left, either. So, as soon as Xavien hurried to locate it, his phone immediately shut down.

Sean squeezed the phone and gazed out at the vast sea. His breath grew heavier as he did so.

No one on the ship dared to make a sound.

"Tidalyn is too vast." Xavien frowned. "Even if we use the most foolish method, it will still take a very long time."

Even if they had nautical charts, what good would it do? If they chose the wrong route, it could take anywhere from a few months to several years.

Sean's eyes were bloodshot. He hadn't slept for three days, and his emotions were stretched to the limit. "Why are we taking our sweet time to search? We've spent money to buy this ship. I refuse to believe that with all our ships occupying every route in Tidalyn, he can still escape!"

Xavien immediately responded, "If we hire ships to occupy all the routes, we'll need to spend around 400 billion in cash."

Coming up with 200 billion in cash was impossible. Graham International still required funds for circulation, and Abigail's L.Moon also needed money for circulation. He calculated all the accounts,

including asking Eric and the Pearsons, and they were only able to gather 190 million. Even with a loan from the bank, he could only borrow around 30 million, which was far from enough.

Sean lifted his hand to press against his throbbing temple. "Buy as many as we can. I'll figure out the rest."

"Mr. Graham, Abigail will be fine," Xavien reassured him.

Sean suppressed his anger. "I know she'll be fine, but I don't trust her being with Simond. Take care of it. Use all the funds for hiring ships, except for what's needed for operations."

He also knew that doing this would likely provide an opportunity for the people behind Vincent, but he deserved it. Even if he ended up in poverty in the future because of this, it was his own fault.

It was he who didn't respond when Abigail needed him, and now she had been kidnapped.

No matter what her reasons were, he shouldn't have cared. She clearly loved him, and he had once again lost her.

Lost in his thoughts, Sean couldn't help but feel anxious about her whereabouts in the vast sea.

After gazing for a while, his phone rang again.

He pressed the answer button.

Josh's voice came through the phone. "Any news?"

"None. I can't find her." Sean's voice was hoarse.

Josh pondered for a moment before saying, "The sea... doesn't seem like it wants to let her go." Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Sean thought of Abigail being thrown into the sea. His breath hitched, and it almost choked him.

"I'm sorry, Josh. It's my fault for arguing with her at such a critical moment and for not knowing how to cherish her." Sean felt a surge of regret like never before. He was always plagued by regret. He was like that during his divorce in the past and now repeated the same mistake.

He simply hadn't learned his lesson!