The Spare Wife

Chapter 285 Are You Putting on a Show?

Abigail held her phone, tears welling up in her eyes.

She knew that one day, her grandmother, like her grandfather, would leave her due to old age. However, when her grandmother said these words, she couldn’t help but feel overwhelmingly sad.

“I know, Grandma.” Abigail’s voice was subdued, but she was no longer as panicked as before.

She realized that she had overreacted because of Chad and had forgotten that her grandmother had lived several decades longer than she had.

“I’ll be back as soon as I get my business done,” Analise mentioned before hanging up the phone.

Her indifference left Abigail feeling flustered, and she sniffled while holding her phone, suppressing her tears.

Sitting on the couch, Abigail unfolded the letter and stared blankly at it.

What important business could Grandma have?

After a while, she folded the letter and stood up.

Even if Analise didn’t want her to interfere, Abigail couldn’t just sit at home and wait for her

return.

grandmother was taking a train to Capitalis early

so there were two of them currently at Capitalis with her. Nevertheless,

to Capitalis? Chad’s threat is no longer valid, and we’ve had the police remind her, but she still went alone despite everything.” Cameron

actions.

expression was indiscernible under the dimly lit

with furrowed brows, watching as Abigail was escorted out by station security and then re–entered to search

had been arguing with security here for half an hour, trying to find out which ticket her grandmother

to call the police! Can’t you just go home and ask your family? If you think she’s missing, go to the police station and let the police handle it! Obstructing official

hair was disheveled

quite some time. Then, she turned around, sat on the steps, and rested

Sean approached her.

sighed helplessly, and asked, “If there’s really no

were red,

again, clutching her knees with her hands. “It’s not a big deal. I don’t think I have to ask for

being so stubborn right now?” Sean looked at

Abigail remained silent.

divorce, she had managed to handle everything on her own without relying on anyone. She had

today, her helplessness was

unconsciously grasped her pants, her head

crouched down in front of her, taking note of her striking yet cold facial features. “Since you’ve chosen to treat me like an ordinary person, you should also ask me for help when difficulties. Your stubbornness makes me feel like you’re deliberately putting on a show for

you face

you? Since our divorce, I’ve made it

issue?” Sean