The Spare Wife by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 199 Abigail’s Secret Background

Sean emerged from Abigail’s hospital room early the next morning. The warmth on his face had faded, leaving in its wake a cold demeanor.

Cameron immediately looked at him.

The two of them walked to a more secluded area away from the hospital room. Sean leaned against the wall and maintained his gaze on Abigail’s room door. His tone was icy as he said, “Make sure to investigate thoroughly whether Abigail’s situation is related to Joan. On top of that, keep a close eye on Kingston.”

Sean was not going to let what happened to Abigail slide, even if it turned out that Joan was involved. However, if Joan was really involved, then he would need to protect her again.

Kingston posed a big problem for Sean, meaning he must carefully plan his next move,

Abigail had been hospitalized for a ‘week and planned to return to Ouisford. The embroidery work that she left unfinished required her immediate attention, but she had also sent Cameron away and instead asked Lynette to accompany her

Since she intended to cooperate with the Pearsons and the Davidsons, she naturally agreed to make a good impression on Lynette. After all, Lynette seemed easy to get along with. Meanwhile, Cameron clung to Abigail like a shadow, following her wherever she went. It was getting quite annoying as she couldn’t afford to have him trailing her when she needed to handle business.

“When we arrive in Ouisford, you can return to help at your cousin’s shop. I’ll be safe in the embroidery studio,” Abigail told Lynette while they were on the plane.

“Sure, but let’s cut a deal,” Lynette suggested, not wanting to be overly clingy to Abigail. “I’ll take care of your transportation; otherwise, Eric might be angry with me.” After all, when Abigail was busy with her embroidery, Lynette couldn’t find it in herself to remain seated and do nothing.

agreed with

that my cousin makes or the tea that he

Abigail did the same.

and probably

that, Abigail responded with a simple “Oh”

sunlight in late April was bright. Analise was squatting in the vegetable garden and feeding a stray cat that she

door. When she opened it, she saw a man, who bore a striking resemblance to Abigail, and hesitated for a moment before asking. “Who

Analise Stein’s house? I’m Abigail’s friend,” Josh

she lowered her gaze, there were complex emotions in her eyes. Then, she closed the

little orange cat hiding in the vegetable garden peeked out from

actually want to ask you about something.” His purpose was simple-he wanted to inquire more about Abigail’s background. As he followed Analise into the hallway, he sat down on a chair

who looked almost

at the photo and repeatedly wiped her eyes. “I have

skeptical and hesitant. “You can’t see

somewhat blurry. She handed the photo back

and nearly went blind due to how severe her condition was. He thought Analise already made a full recovery when she

expression as he asked directly, “Abby… Is

Even if there was a one percent chance, he still wanted to

is. What’s going on?”

the Pearsons lost a child more than twenty years ago. We still haven’t found them, so my mother’s health has