The Spare Wife by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 91 She Might Escape

For the first time, Abigail barged into Sean’s bedroom without care. She stood at the doorway, her eyes glistening with tears.

Sean was already displeased with her over the case of Victor. Before she could say anything, he mocked, “You came all the way here crying so I wouldn’t send him away?”

Abigail didn’t want to argue with him. “Grandma fell. I need to take a break to see her.” She was only worried about her grandmother at the moment.

Sean stopped mocking her, and he stood up. “Go out. I’ll be there in a moment.”

Abigail thought he would threaten her with her work, but it went smoother than she expected.

The night was approaching. Abigail came out of the hotel, pacing around the doorway in a hurry. A moment later, Sean’s car slowly came out of the parking lot. When the car stopped before her, Abigail felt her heart calming down a little.

Right after she took the seat beside Sean, he asked, “Do you know what happened to your grandmother?”

Abigail held her phone, her fingers trembling. “Julie said she’s in the emergency room. I have no idea what happened to her.”

used to be, and her bones are brittle. Tell

the moment he held her hand, slivers of warmth swam into her and encased her chilly heart. She looked at Sean. There was exhaustion in his eyes, and he was staring ahead. The lines on his

but Abigail thought he looked a bit softer that night, unlike his usual self. She had a lot

that her grandmother was fine. She broke free of Sean’s hand and lunged at Analise’s bed. She held Analise’s hand, and with worry, she asked, “Are you

my leg a little. Julie’s a worrywart.” Analise smiled

and checked the medical history. It was just a sprain, and her bones were alright. He was

at him. “Must’ve gotten in the way of your work, Sean. Sorry I had

hand. For once, he gently

the way here. This is my fault. I’ll go back once my leg is healed. You kids go

it,”

summoned Julie over, then she asked how this whole thing happened. Julie said that she was cleaning the kitchen,

deal with things here.” Abigail walked

had drifted to sleep while

whispered, “You go home too. I can deal with this alone. She should be discharged tomorrow, and I’m coming

all the way from the set

“You’re telling me to

exhausted too?”