The Spare Wife by Nadia Gordon

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.

have to eat and work 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 addressing Sean over the phone.

you cook. I’ll teach you.” Sean also enjoyed this process. At least she now knew to ask him for help when she

hung up the phone.

where Luna was still in a deep

in displeasure when she saw Simond.

shrugged. “I have to wait for my people to arrive before I can leave. I don’t have identification except for a cellphone. Can

any

either! Simond, I helped you because I wanted you to stay away

widened as she looked at

so angry? It’s not like I hurt your

1/2

Given her condition, if you provoke someone again and she gets hurt, I don’t care about the status

had his grin as he nodded. “My people have arrived. No matter how many folks come, nothing will happen. Ms. Alana,

Abigail said coldly. “Get

the door. After taking two steps, he suddenly turned and asked, “Whose child did she carry? Why didn’t she find her

are you asking about this?!” Abigail felt a bad premonition rising in

out of wedlock. Don’t you think it’d be explosive news?” he asked with

with tears streaming down her face. “Please don’t say anything!