Abigail’s Second Life (Abigail Quinn)

Chapter 768 Women Are Delicate

Josh comforted him in a gentle voice. "It's not your fault, and it's not her fault either. Each of you had your own hardships. You need to take care of yourself. Xavien mentioned that you haven't rested for three days. Go and get some sleep. If something happens to you, who will be there to save her?"

Sean's throat tightened, and after a moment, he grunted in a low tone.

Xavien had been busy as a bee all week. In the end, he managed to raise 16 million, which was 40 million less than originally planned. He approached Sean and tried to sound energetic. "In total, it's only 16 million. I've managed to establish communication with all the parties involved..."

Before he could finish his sentence, everything went black before his eyes.

Sean quickly caught him. "I understand. I'll take care of the rest."

Xavien straightened up and handed the tablet to him. "I've caused you trouble."

"You're not a god," Sean replied. Then, he turned to the bodyguard beside him and said, "Take him to rest."

After Xavien left, Sean opened the tablet, and after a brief glance, his eyes darkened gradually.

…

Time flew by in a blink of an eye.

Abigail spent a month on the ship, but she fell ill because she couldn't adjust to life at sea, and her sickness coincided with her menstrual cycle.

She couldn't stop coughing, and her vision plunged into darkness, which made her extremely uncomfortable.

"Mr. Simpson, she's not used to being at sea for so long. Her body can't take it anymore," the doctor told Simond after conducting an examination on her.

Simond felt irritated. "Why are women so troublesome?"

The doctor couldn't provide a satisfactory answer. After all, it was Simond who insisted on bringing her along. Who could have predicted this outcome?

"I'm asking you!" Simond's frustration grew. NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

"Well, women are delicate. No matter how intelligent, capable, or resilient they may be, they'll become vulnerable at certain times," the doctor replied shakily.

"And when are these 'certain times?'" Simond furrowed his brow.

"It's when they have their menstruation. They'll experience bleeding. During these days, their bodies become weak, which makes them susceptible to viruses," the doctor explained from a scientific standpoint.

"Is there any way to solve this?" Simond now understood.

"I'll give her some medicine and see if her condition improves when her menstruation cycle ends," the doctor said. "For now, I'll prepare some warm water for her," he added.

Simond didn't say anything and walked into Abigail's room.

Her face was pale, and she looked thinner than when she first boarded his ship.

She truly couldn't adapt to life at sea, and the change in environment was affecting her health.

He lifted her and gazed at her tenderly. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine—"

Cough!

Abigail covered her abdomen, and her face contorted in discomfort. Sitting in this position made the discomfort in her abdomen worse. She hadn't experienced such discomfort during her menstruation before.

Simond observed her for a moment before reaching out to press her abdomen.

Abigail's body trembled, and she pushed him abruptly. "Don't touch me!"

She retreated to the corner of the bed, and her face tensed with caution. "Don't touch me. I don't want your help!"

"D*mn it. You really don't know what's good for you! Has Sean ever massaged you? Is that why you're so reserved?" Simond gritted his teeth in anger.

Abigail pulled the blanket around herself. "Mind your own business. I don't need you to touch me. If it weren't for you bringing me on this ship, I wouldn't have experienced this!"

Simond shrugged and cursed. "I don't care what you say. Just go and suffer then, d*mn it!"

Abigail didn't say anything. Her face was pale as she bit her lip tightly.

He looked at her for a while and then walked out.

Only when she heard the sound of his footsteps gradually fading away did she relax.

To hell do I want you touching me! she thought to herself.

Ever since she lost her vision, she had felt incredibly fragile despite her previous strength. Whether it was her delicate body or her fragile soul, she had despised herself.

Abigail believed that things would improve once her menstrual cycle ended.

However, her period persisted, and her illness only worsened.

She had been confined to her bed for a week. Her coughing had become so incessant that it felt as if her lungs were on the verge of bursting.

Simond grew impatient with her constant coughing and exclaimed, "What exactly should we do?!"

"I think we should dock the ship. If her condition worsens, she may become susceptible to infection," the doctor advised.

Without the specialized facilities of a hospital onboard, they had no way to determine the cause of her severe illness.

Simond's face darkened with worry.

News came from various outposts across the countries that Sean had purchased numerous ships and hired many sailors to explore all possible routes, as well as spent nearly 30 hundred million and was still pouring money into his search.

Abigail's truly worth a d*mn fortune to him. For her sake, Sean's willing to risk bankruptcy and go to great lengths to find her.

If we're to dock now, and if lady luck is not on our side, wouldn't we be captured by him?

Simond fell silent as he pondered this.

The doctor dared not say anything either, as it made no sense to dock solely for one woman.

She wasn't even their boss!

Abigail endured for another two days and coughed up blood now and then. This made Simond increasingly anxious.

Upon seeing her coughing up blood, Andrew pleaded with Simond. "Let's dock. She's close to dying…"

Martin observed Abigail's condition and couldn't help but add, "Maybe something in the seafood attacked her when her resistance was low during menstruation. We should dock and get her tested as soon as possible, or she might really lose her life."

Simond remained silent for a long time before finally giving in. "Dock at the nearest country!"

Any country with medical facilities will be better than staying on this wretched ship!

Once again, he hated the trouble women brought.