The Spare Wife

Chapter 551 Abigail’s Origins

Martha believed that no one had witnessed her actions, but Analise was deeply invested in the growth and prosperity of Quinn Village. This motivated her to ensure the safety of all the tourists visiting the village. She understood that any mishap could hinder the village’s progress.

“I rescued Abigail, but due to the lack of oxygen to her brain, she completely forgot about the most traumatic moment of her life and her time with the Pearsons. She genuinely believed. that I was her grandmother,” Analise explained, gently holding Abigail’s hand. “This poor child. My husband and I deliberately kept her past a secret, fearing that it would attract

trouble.”

“If Josh hadn’t searched for her, we would have left things as they were. Martha, it was you, wasn’t it?” Analise suddenly turned to Vincent’s wife.

“You’re lying! I bet you’re accusing me because you and your husband kidnapped the child!” Martha sharply retorted.

“It doesn’t matter if you deny it. It’s all in the past now. I only wanted to share what I witnessed,” Analise replied, unfazed by Martha’s refusal to admit her guilt. Martha held no significance to her or Abigail.

At that moment, Sean interjected, “Vincent, I’m surprised that you survived the incident at Golden Triangle.”

“What are you implying?” Vincent retorted.

“How dare you, outsiders, defame my son?” Patricia exclaimed.

“Mom, you know me. I’ve always followed your guidance,” Vincent innocently stated, looking at Patricia with pleading eyes.

“Martha Harper, did you commit this act or not?” Lawrence abruptly asked.

why would I do such a thing? You’ve witnessed how much I love and cherish her.”

His eyes

been investigating your actions! Why have all our previous inquiries yielded

You managed to deceive her into following you

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her twin sister in

Quinns and used the private jet to bring Abby to Quinn Village, where you pushed her into the sea!” Lawrence declared. Over

as she looked at Martha.

Lawrence is mistaken.” Martha

of those young girls, who were sold to impoverished rural villages and forced to bear children while still being children themselves. Those girls were mistreated and tormented

fall to the ground. Her eyes widened as she said, “I’m

own flesh and blood! You watched us suffer and cry day after day for her! How could you bear to do that? How could you?” Scarlett screamed, grabbing Martha’s hair as if she had lost

Lawrence first. I worked so hard, only for you to steal him

again. “Just because I’m kinder than you! Is that enough justification? Let me make it clear: we

trembling fingers,

“Scarlett!” Patricia barked.

Analise, my daughter