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 memories. It’s beautiful and timeless. I remember a hand holding it while I was trapped under

that hand

can remember or not means nothing

to remember everything. All the memories of me and

good state. Patricia seems to hate you

heard that. “Because she likes Vincent a ton, even if

She thinks you killed her 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

“She blames us? Grandpa wouldn’t have

told you to go home. Are you going to

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

with a lunch box. When she saw Abigail awake, she quickly came over. “You’re finally awake. You made me worry!” Analise was already

just remembered some memories, and it hurt my head, but I’m better now.” Abigail

doctor said you’ve been exhausting yourself. You have to get some rest. Don’t

make her worry. While Abigail was eating, she asked

the same. He left… with regrets, and I feel sad about it, too. I should never have lied and not let