The Spare Wife

Chapter 159 Mrs Graham Hopped on a Plane and Left

On his way to the hospital, Sean called Cameron to check on the license plate of the car that Abigail hopped on.

On the other hand, Abigail arrived at the Elysian Garden Hotel just as Luna asked her assistant to send Abigail’s belongings over.

“Abigail, Luna’s busy with a client at the moment and asked me to send these to you. Are you alright?” The assistant had a concerned expression on her face.

Abigail looked totally disheveled. Even though she usually dressed down, she was never in this state -barefoot with wrinkled clothes and matted hair.

“I’m fine. I got wet. You may return if you have work. I’ll be heading to Ragos after I’m done

cleaning up. So, I don’t need you here.” Abigail pulled her luggage to a wider space.

The assistant watched as she opened up her luggage and took out a change of clothes.

“T’ll

go get you some food before I leave, so you can eat before boarding the plane,” the assistant said and exited her room.

So, after her shower, Abigail came out to find a pack of ravioli on the table that the assistant had left before leaving.

After finishing the food, she headed to the airport, where Eric was waiting for her.

As they were waiting to board, Eric grabbed a magazine and asked, “Miss Quinn, I wanted to ask. How did you end up like that with just a trip back home?”

him since he had helped her.

of what happened. Not allowing her to work… “Your cousin’s family is that unreasonable?” Eric

She probably wanted me to stay by her side,”

to say as he could feel her aversion in her smile., but he was in no

they boarded the plane when the plane was ready.

Sean found out that it was Eric who took Abigail away and

frown.

and whispered, “Mrs. Graham’s plane has

You may go rest. Come back here later to care for her.” Fatigue crawled

back home was supposed to be a happy thing, but things turned out for the worse. Sean stared at Joan, who was lying on

with Abigail.

shook his head disapprovingly at Abigail. “You’re lucky Eric was there. If not, you would have blown

a nap to turn into something so big.” Abigail’s voice was laced with

head helplessly. “Go get ready. We

who grew up in Pendorf, Abigail suffered from frostbite on her hands

weather.

would start to itch. Finding it hard to sleep with the itch, Abigail put on a

the scene Eric saw when

appearance and asked,

for inspiration. Did you see the director’s face during the day because we didn’t get a good shot? Why are your hands in the snow?” Eric smiled

actions.

and showed him her hands. “I was born and raised in Pendorf

are covered in frostbite. It’s so itchy that

it won’t look good if it’s swollen. Go back in,”