Zoey, You Are So Lucky
Zoey squinted her eyes and scrutinized her, "Would you be so kind as to help deliver the message?"
"Oh, indeed, I wasn't that kind-hearted, it was just a transaction. He helped me obtain the antidote, and I helped him deliver a message."
"What antidote?"
"Gilberto poisoned me, and I had to take medicine every month, or else my whole body would rot and die."
Zoey suddenly grabbed her wrist. Abigail was not lying. Her pulse was very irregular.
She asked, "What words?"
Abigail said, "He asked me to tell you that he was strong and well."
Zoey furrowed her brows, doubting the truthfulness of this statement. It was a sentence devoid of any substance.
Does this statement have any meaning?
Abigail shrugged, "Maybe he wanted to put your mind at ease."
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