Abigail’s Second Life - Season 2 Episode 61

Abigail showed her hand to the pharmacist, who noticed the frostbite on her fingers. She said, “Have you been out in the cold all day? There’s heating indoors; it shouldn’t have gotten this bad.”

“Yeah, I work outside,” Abigail replied.

Sean, with a stern expression, asked, “Aside from what she mentioned, isn’t there any other way? If the work has to be done outside, is there a solution?”

Abigail shot him a glare. “It’s none of your business!”

The pharmacist quickly intervened, “He’s just concerned about you. Sir, if she has to work. outside, keeping warm is absolutely necessary. Otherwise, treatment won’t be effective.”

“Just fell me if I can use acupuncture, Abigail expressed some concern. Many crew members on the set had the same problem.

“Yeah, it’s an option. But it’s not really necessary. If you’re indoors for three or four days, the frostbite on your cheeks and cars should clear up” The pharmacist stuttered a bit, finding them both intimidating and strangely pleasing to the eye.

Abigail nodded in understanding-

After leaving the pharmacy, Sean followed Abigail.

Abigail was getting a bit annoyed. She was about to say something when Sean spoke up. “You don’t want us arguing on set, do you?”

“Are you threatening me?” Abigail turned around, giving him a hostile look.

Seeing that she was about to get worked up again, Sean interjected. “I promise you, there’s nothing romantic between Joan and me.”

“It’s none of my concern,” Abigail said coldly.

“You’re my wife. How can it not be your concern?” Sean retorted.

Abigail gave a bitter laugh and didn’t respond.

Back at the hotel, Sean trailed behind Abigail. She was about to enter her room when he reached out and stopped her. “Why use acupuncture? What if you hit an acupoint wrongly, like last time, and something goes wrong?”

“It’s none of your concern…”

“Abigail, don’t push me. I’ve tried to talk to you, but you won’t listen. You’re just provoking me

now,” Sean said, restraining his frustration.

Seeing the anger in his eyes, Abigail reluctantly let go of the door.

Eric emerged from his room and saw Sean entering Abigail’s room. He looked a bit puzzled but decided to check it out.

Abigail had just set the medicine down when there was a knock on her door.

Sean turned and opened it.

Eric stood at the door. Seeing Sean, he quickly put on a polite smile. “Mr. Graham, are you paying a visit to your cousin?”

The way he called Abigail “cousin” grated on Sean’s nerves. He had a stern expression as he replied. “Can’t I come to visit?”

Eric was taken aback by his attitude. He then reached up to touch his nose and said, “Of course.”

Abigail sensed that the atmosphere was off and immediately approached the door. She smiled and asked Eric, “Can’t sleep at this hour?”

“I’m a bit hungry and thought I’d see if there’s anything to eat,” Eric replied.

As he spoke, his gaze shifted between Abigail and Sean for a moment before he took a step “Well, you two carry on. Just give a shout if you need anything. Miss Quinn.”

back.

Abigail nodded. “Alright, thanks.”

Sean promptly closed the door.

Eric stood outside her room for a while before turning back to his own room.

His brows were tightly knit, and his expression was grave.

Sean showed so much concern for his cousin and came all this way to do so too.

Thinking back to how Abigail had run away from home, Eric couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off with Sean.

Abigail sat on the living room couch, and Sean approached her, taking her hand firmly.

“If I had hit you before, I would have gotten a dozen slaps in return. What happened to your temper?” Abigail asked sarcastically.

Sean shot her a glance. “Even if you provoke me, I won’t lay a hand on you. Do you think I’m like those abusive partners?”

Abigail huffed.

Sean didn’t argue further. He gently squeezed the frostbite on her hand. “Should I just pop the red spot where you have frostbite on your finger?”

“Yeah, the blood inside has coagulated. It’s not circulating anymore,” Abigail explained.

Sean applied a bit of pressure, noticing how the skin around the frostbite turned pale, while the inside, where the skin cells had died, had a red dot.

He took out a needle, sterilized it, and swabbed some alcohol on Abigail’s hand before taking a deep breath.

“The ointment didn’t work?” He was still hesitant.

Abigail’s hand, so fair and delicate, made it hard for him to just jab it with a needle.

“It’s itching like crazy. Come on, hurry up,” Abigail urged.

Sean could only look at her seriously as he slowly and carefully pressed the needle against her skin.

As the needle punctured the skin, he anxiously asked, “Does it hurt?”

“If you can’t do it, just leave. You’re dragging this out.” Abigail was getting anxious from hist hesitance.

Sean had to carry on.

Once it was nearly done, Abigail said, “Stop.”

Sean immediately withdrew the needle.

Blood, red and fresh, started to well up. Sean’s brows furrowed.

Abigail squeezed a few times, indicating to Sean that he should continue.

“Can’t the ointment do the job? Do you really need to poke dozens of holes in your frostbitten

hands?” Sean asked.

“Why don’t you try having frostbite sometime? Feel what it’s like when your hands warm up at night. Without experiencing my pain, don’t say so much.” Abigail felt like giving Sean a punch.

From then on, Sean could only endure the ache in his heart for Abigail as he tended to her injuries one by one.

Once he was finished, Abigail applied the ointment. She then took off her socks; her feet had some injuries too.

They were a bit more serious, with some areas already swollen and red.

Sean reached out to take her foot.

Abigail was startled and instinctively pulled her foot back.