I Want a Divorce by Abigail Quinn Novel

Chapter 737 Making You Happy

Abigail's words sparked a new idea in Martin's mind. When I first came to Perou years ago to pursue my career, it was solely driven by money. Andrew's body became stiff until now after he accidentally took the medicine. I have never seen him as an independent individual. Even my research is motivated by his desire to secure financial stability after my death. However, Abigail's perspective is entirely different. She doesn't view Andrew as a disabled person but rather as a person with inherent value.

"What do you want to do?" Martin asked Andrew.

Andrew looked at Abigail and replied, "I want to do something for Abigail. She received some bad news today, and I want to bring her happiness."

Abigail's face showed a look of surprise. She had been feeling down since her arrival, but Andrew's words warmed her heart. "Thank you. I'll be fine tomorrow," Abigail told Andrew.

"If you need his help, you can directly ask him. He is very skilled in computer technology." Martin gently suggested to Abigail.

She nodded and said, "Okay, thank you."

"Don't always say thank you. Andrew genuinely wants to see you happy and considers himself someone you can rely on," Martin said softly.

Abigail only saw Andrew as a friend but had never considered relying on him. After dinner, she busied herself with cleaning.

Meanwhile, Andrew sat in his room and stared at the computer for a long time before finally typing 'Abigail.' Within ten minutes, he had gathered all the information about her and figured out her entire

life story and relationships. When he came across the name 'Eric,' he clicked on it and continued searching for Eric's personal information.

After Abigail finished cleaning, she returned to her room to rest. As the sky gradually brightened, she woke up and prepared breakfast. However, she noticed Andrew's room door was half open. The lights were still switched on inside.

Andrew woke up so early? In her memory, Andrew always enjoyed sleeping in. Now that her curiosity was piqued, she walked to the door and gently pushed it open. Surprisingly, she found him sleeping in front of the computer, which was still on.

How could he sit on the chair all night with his leg issues and stiff body?

Abigail walked over and gently shook him, saying, "Wake up."

She called out several times before Andrew slowly opened his eyes. When he saw Abigail, a smile appeared on his face. "I found something for you. Take a look."

"What is it?" Abigail asked, feeling a bit confused.

Andrew took some printed papers from the cabinet. He handed them to Abigail solemnly and asked, "Are you looking for the person who killed Luna? I found some things that might be useful to you."

"How do you know Luna?" Abigail's mind went blank. She took the stack of papers that Andrew gave her. She couldn't quite believe he had completed all this in just one night.

"I wanted to bring you happiness, so I learned about your past. I know it's wrong to investigate you without permission, but I didn't want to see you sad." Andrew looked tired and furrowed his brows, but his eyes sparkled brightly.

Tears welled up in Abigail's eyes. "Thank you... Andrew."

"My dad did say not to thank me all the time. He hopes you can rely on me." Andrew held her other hand and, speaking sincerely, "I want you to be happy. Happy for the rest of your life."

Emotions surged within Abigail's heart, and she sniffed before forcing a smile. "Okay, I will be happy."

Andrew let out a yawn. "You don't have to make breakfast for me. I already had some cake from the fridge. You can cook for Dad. If you're in a hurry, just steam the buns you made for him. He's not picky anyway."

"Alright," Abigail agreed and allowed him to hold her hand.

Andrew held her hand for a while and yawned repeatedly.

"Go to sleep. I'll give your leg a massage first." She put down the documents and helped him push the wheelchair.

Under Abigail's skilled massage, Andrew quickly drifted off to sleep. Abigail didn't slack off, either. She massaged him for half an hour before leaving Andrew's room with the documents.

Following Andrew's instructions, she steamed buns for Martin and prepared seafood soup and a few side dishes. Regardless, she still had to ensure that Martin ate well so that he would have the energy for his research.

When Martin woke up, Abigail sat at the dining table. She reviewed the information that Andrew had found. As she reviewed these materials, she realized how impressive Andrew was. Based on her limited information, he had already uncovered details about everyone in Eric's family.

"Andrew found this out for you last night. How do you plan to thank him?" Martin had stayed up late and was aware of Andrew's efforts.

"Let's ask him when he wakes up." Abigail took a sip of her coffee.

Martin nodded and took a bite of his steamed bun. Unconsciously, he glanced at Abigail and asked, "Are you going up against a criminal organization? Do you realize they would do anything for money, even if it means risking their lives? Your friend has already lost her life, and yet you still want to investigate?"

Since he was already aware of the situation, there was no need for her to hide anything. She lifted her gaze from the documents with her eyes filled with hatred. "If you had experienced what I have gone through, wouldn't you want to investigate?" I was thrown into the sea as a child, and my parents have suffered in agony for over twenty years. If it weren't for their relentless search for me, they would likely have passed away long ago.