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?”

held it tightly as she stared at it. “I remember this lock, just a little bit. Do you know why I like designing? Because this lock has always been in my memories. It’s beautiful and timeless. I remember a hand holding it

knew that

cheek. “Whether you can remember or

memories of me and Grandpa.” She had a feeling she liked Gary the most when

in a good state. Patricia seems to hate you a

heard that. “Because she likes Vincent

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

wouldn’t

you to go home. Are you going to

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

Abigail awake, she quickly came over. “You’re finally awake. You made me worry!” Analise was already sobbing and couldn’t say a word. “I

fine. I just remembered some memories, and it hurt my head, but I’m better now.” Abigail wasn’t in a

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

isn’t getting any younger. I shouldn’t make her worry.

sighed. “Gary wanted you to go back, and I want you to do the same. He left… with regrets, and I feel sad about it, too. I should