The Spare Wife

Chapter 598 Time to Go Home 

“Grandpa… Grandpa!” The voice of the girl was still replaying in Abigail’s mind. She couldn’t control herself, and she started crying. She grabbed Sean’s shirt tightly, crying, though she had no idea she was doing that.

A doctor came charging in, and chaos ensued. Sean had to pick Abigail up in his arms, and he quickly told Analise, “She probably remembered something.” Then, he took Abigail out of the room.

Analise took the box and followed Sean.

One whole day had gone by when Abigail regained her consciousness. She sat on the bed, muttering, “What happened… to Grandpa?”

“He was announced dead yesterday.” Sean looked at her, feeling-worried.

Abigail hugged her legs, staring at the white blanket vacantly. Silently.

Sean was still gazing at her, feeling sorrowful. “What did you remember?” Gary just woke up, and he died because he got too mad.

saw my younger self throwing paper airplanes while I was on Grandpa’s shoulders,”

Abigail took it and held it tightly as she stared at it. “I remember this lock, just a little bit. Do you know why I like designing? Because this lock has always been in my memories. It’s beautiful and

that hand belonged

her cheek. “Whether you can remember or not means

remember everything. All the memories of me and Grandpa.” She had a feeling she liked Gary the most when she was

your time. The Pearsons aren’t in a good state. Patricia seems to

that. “Because she likes Vincent a ton, even if

would’ve happened if you hadn’t gone to the ward, or so she thinks. She thinks you

Grandpa wouldn’t have been hospitalized if not

told you to go home. Are you going to do

about that. “I’ll ask Grandma,”

lunch box. When she saw Abigail awake, she quickly came over. “You’re finally awake. You made me worry!” Analise was already sobbing and couldn’t

head, but I’m better now.”

get some rest. The doctor said you’ve been exhausting yourself. You have to get some rest. Don’t work too

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