The Spare Wife

Joan pulled her hand back. Since she was surrounded, she had no idea what Sean and Abigail were doing, and she teared up.

Luna said, “Miss Palmer, since you can’t even prepare the fruits, let me do it. You get some rest.”

Kevin said, “The medic’s arriving soon. Calm down. At least get disinfected. For safety’s sake.”

Damian dragged Victor away and went back to their stations. Luna took over Joan’s job, while Kevin sat Joan down and blew on her wound. To his credit, that was caring.

Sean finished cleaning the processor’s blades and approached Joan. He asked calmly, “Let me see your hand.”

Joan raised her hand. The wound wasn’t bleeding anymore, and it didn’t look deep at all. Without the impact of blood, the wound didn’t look scary at all. It was just a white line on a finger.

“Not a big deal. Just rub something on it and slap some Band–Aid over the wound. You can get back to work right away,” said Sean. He was going to go back and grill. Abigail’s cooking skills were dubious. He was worried she might flip the whole grill and burn herself.

Joan looked aggrieved, but she nodded anyway. The audience mocked her aggressively.

‘She calls that a wound? It’s almost microscopic. Damian was right. If the medic’s one second slower, the wound would’ve closed up. Man, that guy’s good. He shoots straight.‘

Victor and Damian are so dramatic. First thing Victor did was tell everyone about the wound. It’s like he did it on purpose, that drama queen.‘

dense? Obviously, Joan wants him to look at her more, and then the guy be like, “Oh just slap some Band–Aid on it and get

her eyes glinting. After the medic showed up, Kevin left. The medic slapped some Band–Aid on Joan’s hand,

plate of fruits. She whispered, “Damian and Victor

us. Mr. Graham’s taking Abigail’s side

course Joan knew that. She wasn’t stupid. She stared at the ground, the look in her eyes dark. “It’s a shame they didn’t get kicked out. We have to chase them off.” Abigail couldn’t

Even if she did anything wrong, Luna could still ask

her around.

some privilege. However, he wouldn’t let Victor and Damian off the

cautious, however. “Damian and Victor dislike us now. If we kick them away now,

into

had a point. She said, “It doesn’t matter. I’ll ask around

they were concocting their evil plan, Luna

talk

grunted. “We’ll meet at the garden in the west later. Tell Quinn

Sean kept Abigail around

She kept coughing, and her

gave her a kebab. “For you. Eat

on a plate and munched on the kebab slowly. A moment later, a