The Spare Wife by Nadia Gordon

Chatper 666

Chapter 666 Whose Child Is It?

Abigail had no talent for cooking. The culinary skills taught by her grandmother had been neglected since she returned to Capitalis a year and a half ago.

“Do you need help with cooking? If not, I can send someone over to assist you.” Sean hesitated to offer his help directly because she had previously asked him to handle work matters. It was obvious that she wanted him to see it through.

Abigail fell silent. She thought about Luna and looked at the environment she lived in. There were many grievances that she wanted to share with Sean, but she couldn’t say anything.

“It’s okay. Just write down the process and send it to me. I’m still clever. Although I’ve forgotten everything, having the process will make it much simpler,” she said. She could learn from short videos, but she just wanted to trouble Sean.

Him personally writing the process for her would at least comfort her for now.

“Okay. I’ll write it for you. It might be a bit long, though.” Sean’s voice carried a hint of indulgence.

Abigail responded with a sound of agreement.

After he finished writing the process, she washed the pot and started making soup again.

The two of them stayed on the phone, with Sean keeping track of time. Two hours passed without a trace, and the chicken soup was ready.

at the same time now. I’ll call you back after I’m done,” Abigail said. She had finished preparing the chicken soup and was now

next time you cook. I’ll teach you.” Sean also enjoyed this process. At least

hung

to the hospital, where Luna was still in

when she saw Simond. “Didn’t I

wait for my people to arrive before I can leave. I don’t

any

helped you because I wanted you to stay away from me and my best friend. Don’t be ungrateful!” Abigail

noise startled Luna from her dream. Her eyes widened as she looked at Abigail and Simond. Sensing the tense atmosphere, she buried her head

you so angry? It’s not like I hurt your best

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you provoke someone again and she gets hurt, I don’t care about the

he nodded. “My people have arrived. No matter how many folks come, nothing will

Abigail said coldly. “Get out of here right now.”

suddenly turned and asked, “Whose child did she

asking about this?!” Abigail felt

a child out of wedlock. Don’t you

blanket and looked at Simond with tears streaming down

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