Chapter 154: Abigail’s Mom Situation

"But after all, I’ve been with my mom for three years. I can’t control myself from being flirtatious either. I’m still interested in Linda and Anna’s looks."

"Then if you get angry and throw me out of the room, wouldn’t I lose more than I gain."

Abigail was clearly a little tipsy too. Her hands holding Ryan were not very honest. She touched the half-soft cock until it was completely hard, licked Ryan’s chest, and murmured,

"Whether I’m a lesbian, even I have a question mark. I want to see what kind of pervert I really am."

"With women, at first I just wanted to satisfy my mom. Later other lesbians pursued me, but they were too ordinary and I wasn’t interested. Looking at Anna and the others, I do feel a little restless."

"With men, maybe because I knew my mom was a lesbian back then, I carefully observed her daily life."

"She maintained the proper courtesy in normal life, but kept away from any contact with men. She directly and coldly rejected anyone who tried to curry favor."

"At that time I wanted to make myself a lesbian so I could sincerely please my mom, so I kept imitating everything about her."

"It was the same in university. From military training, a bunch of people chased me. I was annoyed, so I actively said I was a lesbian."

"At first no one believed it. Quite a few rich and handsome guys pursued me. I was puzzled, so I directly took advantage of people in the women’s bathhouse and gradually spread my reputation."

Abigail giggled and said, "The most successful time was in sophomore year. In a shower stall in the women’s bathhouse, I cornered a very gossipy little bitch."

"I pinned her against the wall, one hand covering her mouth, the other playing with her pussy, and I restrained her and licked her nipples."

"She cried in fear while having an orgasm. Although afterward she didn’t dare say much and it was impossible to punish me, at least the news was confirmed and I got some peace."

Ryan was dumbfounded, "Rape??"

Abigail rolled her eyes charmingly, took Ryan’s drink and took a sip, then said with a smile, "Bullshit. One look and you don’t understand the law."

She giggled, lifted the blanket, and rested on Ryan’s stomach again. Looking at his now hard cock, she stroked it with her small hand and said with misty eyes,

"Men and women can rape. Men doing men can still be forced to say rape. But women playing with women, where do you get physiological evidence."

"Forget calling the police. Even telling the school, they wouldn’t bother with you. There’s no legal basis at all."

Ryan panted roughly, "We agreed to rest tonight. If you keep messing around, I won’t be able to take it, and you’ll be the one suffering."

Abigail’s eyes were full of charm as she said softly, "I’ve already given myself to you. If I still can’t satisfy you, I’d feel like trash. But you philandering carrot really are gentle."

She thought for a moment and said, "If you really can’t hold it in later, you can go upstairs to find Anna!"

Abigail said playfully and cutely, "I’m willing to give you a blowjob, but I’m afraid my technique isn’t good. If I can’t make you come, you’ll be stuck in an uncomfortable middle state."

Honestly, it had nothing to do with sex, money worship, vanity, or anything messy that could affect it.

Abigail was a very simple kind of person. She did not have the shyness those girls with sex education had, and when seducing, she was not the kind who was familiar with the route and knew exactly what she was doing.

Abigail touched Ryan’s face with a tender look and said, "Darling, I originally thought it was enough, until my mom couldn’t hide it from me anymore. The attending doctor told me about her condition, and only then did I realize the matter was much more serious than I thought."

After getting the money, she immediately took her aunt Meher to the largest top-tier hospital in the provincial capital.

She booked a consultation with specialists. Meher panicked at the time but could not resist Abigail. Only then did Abigail learn that although her mother looked fine on the surface, the situation was worse than she thought.

Ordinary leukemia was indeed not serious, but it had triggered an extremely rare genetic disease. The consultation result could not produce any treatment plan.

Later, the professor in the capital said that this rare disease could be treated, and it was not even drug treatment but injecting a segment of genes.

Ryan said, "I know about this. When Trump got COVID, it was injecting a segment of genes. I remember they said that shot was one million US dollars."

With severe illness, if it was ordinary, that was still okay. What people feared most were rare diseases. Generally, treatment costs were astronomical, and many drugs could not even be imported.

Abigail smiled bitterly and said, "I asked that professor in detail about how to go about treatment."

First, contact that hospital and send the test reports over. Then that side indeed had a treatment plan.

But the person had to go there. The whole treatment process would take about two months, and the cost was two million US dollars. That did not even include travel expenses and other spending.

Abigail sighed, "When my mom heard, she directly dragged me home and said if it’s this expensive, then what the hell are we treating."

The place they lived now was still rented. The house left by her maternal grandparents in the countryside had sold for only about a hundred thousand, which had mostly been spent over the years.

Holding six hundred thousand, Abigail felt powerless. The professor admitted frankly that without money, they could only wait for a miracle...

And this six hundred thousand was enough to temporarily sustain life, but once the genetic disease worsened, she might not last a month.

It was like a time bomb with no display. You did not know when it would explode.

Abigail rested on Ryan’s strong arm. Tall as she was, at this moment she curled up like a helpless kitten.

"My mom asked where the Four hundred thousand came from. I said it was my commission from selling the house, but she didn’t believe me. She directly asked if I had been sexually exploited."

Abigail said softly, "I couldn’t be bothered to explain, so I admitted it. I really was slept with by a man. My mom, such a strong person, cried until she couldn’t speak."

"She didn’t scold me. Instead, I comforted her. Being able to accept a man was exactly what she hoped for, right."

Then mother and daughter had a disagreement. Abigail said at least continuing treatment and not letting her condition worsen was the most important thing.

Meher said the mother and daughter were still rootless duckweed. This money was obtained from Abigail suffering humiliation. It should be used to buy a house here and have their own home. That way, even if she died, she could rest easy.

Abigail smiled self-mockingly, "My mom said if this money were used to treat her, she would rather jump off a building."