The Spare Wife

Chapter 156 You Don’t Deserve Trust

Sean returned to his room and found Abigail in the shower. He decided to grab a book to read.

Just then, his phone started ringing.

When he picked it up, he saw an unfamiliar number, but one that he still recognized. He immediately answered, his voice lacking its usual coldness.

“Hello, why are you calling me?” he inquired.

“Do you know what happened to Joan on set? For Abigail, you left her, and now the crew is deliberately bullying her! She fell from high up and nobody cared about her!” The voice on the other end was seething with anger.

Sean clenched his phone. “Is she at the hospital now?”

“How dare you ask me that? Low should I know?” the voice shot back, furious.

“I’ll call the set and find out,” Sean said, letting the person vent their frustration. Then, he Cameron a message on WhatsApp.

sent

“Sean, if something happens to Joan, I’ll destroy you and myself!” The man then hung up at once.

Sean hurried downstairs without explaining his sudden departure to Dahlia.

“Why the rush…” Dahlia mumbled to herself.

Abigail emerged from the bathroom, but there was no sign of Sean. She assumed he was still downstairs.

of her

might not be at the house and couldn’t help

it was Joan’s situation that called him

noon, Abigail was in her room. She sent messages to Sean, but

calls, and finally,

driver pick you up over there.” Sean’s tone was laced with a touch

come back home! Whose time are you wasting? You can’t even stay overnight! Are you in such a hurry

to attend to. Can’t a little trust in our relationship?” Sean’s voice

you have

to go be

I finish my business, we’ll go through with it! Since you don’t believe me at all, I don’t see why we should continue this.” Sean’s words were

man like you has no right to

anger.

thought, foolishly, that Sean really wanted to work

defended her in front of Cornelie, and didn’t divorce her despite Colby’s words, he wanted

biggest mistake

and planned to change her clothes and

in with a pitcher

upstairs all morning. I brought you some water. Have a drink,” Dahlia said gently,

it and thanked

I’ll bring

thank you,”

left, Abigail walked to the table, poured herself

look, and after their eyes met, Dahlia went

door to play some cards. I won’t be back