The Spare Wife by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 598 Time to Go Home

“Grandpa… Grandpa!” The voice of the girl was still replaying in Abigail’s mind. She couldn’t control herself, and she started crying. She grabbed Sean’s shirt tightly, crying, though she had no idea she was doing that.

A doctor came charging in, and chaos ensued. Sean had to pick Abigail up in his arms, and he quickly told Analise, “She probably remembered something.” Then, he took Abigail out of the room.

Analise took the box and followed Sean.

One whole day had gone by when Abigail regained her consciousness. She sat on the bed, muttering, “What happened… to Grandpa?”

“He was announced dead yesterday.” Sean looked at her, feeling-worried.

Abigail hugged her legs, staring at the white blanket vacantly. Silently.

Sean was still gazing at her, feeling sorrowful. “What did you remember?” Gary just woke up, and he died because he got too mad.

“Just little bits. I saw my younger self throwing paper airplanes while I was on Grandpa’s shoulders,” Abigail said slowly. “I saw myself falling into the sea. Where’s my golden lock?”

bit. Do you know why I like designing? Because this lock has always been in my

knew that

can

“How can you know that? I want to remember everything. All the memories of me and Grandpa.” She had

your time. The Pearsons aren’t in a good state. Patricia seems to

when she heard that. “Because she likes Vincent a ton,

husband. None of this would’ve happened if you hadn’t gone to the ward, or so she thinks. She thinks you shouldn’t go back home at this moment in time, and she blames your parents for

sneered. “She blames us? Grandpa wouldn’t have been hospitalized if not

home. Are you going to do that?” Sean cared

hesitant about that. “I’ll ask Grandma,”

When she saw Abigail awake, she quickly came over. “You’re finally awake. You made me worry!” Analise

some memories, and it hurt my head, but I’m better now.” Abigail wasn’t in a serious condition, just like she

you get some rest. The doctor said you’ve been exhausting yourself. You have to get some rest.

Abigail commented meekly. Analise isn’t getting any younger. I shouldn’t make her worry. While Abigail was eating, she asked

with regrets, and I feel sad about it, too. I