The Spare Wife

Abigail felt relieved. As soon as she entered her room, she began working on her design drawings.

On the other hand, Scarlett and Lawrence sat in the living room. Lawrence lit a cigarette and started smoking slowly.

“Does she always work late at night?” he asked Sean when lighting the cigarette. His heart was filled with guilt and self-reproach, for Abigail didn’t have to work so hard.

“This is what she’s passionate about, and she’s only putting in this effort for a year or two. Once the studio stabilizes, she won’t be designing as much, Sean explained to Lawrence.

Lawrence sighed. “But I feel really guilty. I haven’t taken good care of her.”

“Just take care of her from now on. Anyway, let’s discuss the family reunion banquet. Sean didn’t. have that much emotional concern, for he believed that Abigail was currently in her best state.

She found her passion and a career to pursue. Even if they got married in the future and had children, he would fully support her in her career if she chose to continue working.

“I’ve decided to hold the family reunion banquet at the Giovanni Hotel, a five-star hotel here. The banquet hall there is large and can accommodate many people. I want to invite everyone I know,” Lawrence said with great enthusiasm.

“Reserving a five-star hotel two months in advance can be quite expensive every day,” Sean reminded him. Though he wasn’t stingy, he thought it wasn’t necessary.

“Money is not a problem. This amount is nothing.” Lawrence was very generous.

Yet Sean pressed his glabella. “With that money, we could rent a venue, and we could decorate it ourselves. No matter how good the hotel is, even if it’s a five-star hotel, it’s still just a hotel.”

“I think that’s a good idea. We can hire a professional venue designer and rent a suitable space.” Scarlett expressed her satisfaction with his idea.

then. I’ll write up the plan. Lawrence had always

Scarlett, who was now the chief financial

nodded in agreement and

went downstairs. Suddenly, she bumped

her eyes and said with an irritated expression, “We didn’t let you

Scarlett, who was busy in the kitchen,

girl but didn’t pay her

I’ll prepare them for you right away.” Scarlett heard that Abigail liked pasta, so she

and walked toward the dining

dining room. “Do you know who I am? I’m Lily. You’re the Abigail who intentionally destroyed my marriage to Eric, right? Do you have no shame? Our

live wherever I want. Do you think you

words, Lily scoffed. “You’re just a bottom-dweller in the Pearson Family. You haven’t even gone overseas before. Do you think you’re impressive because you’ve designed clothes for a few actors in the entertainment industry? If we were in ancient times, you’d be nothing more than a

regarded her coldly, observing her for a while before letting out a contemptuous laugh. “What are you laughing

went abroad, but you couldn’t even pass the Aktani proficiency test. You might as well have stayed at home.

remark left Lily

she could respond, Scarlett came out from the kitchen and warned, “If you keep spouting nonsense, I’ll shut

shut my daughter up?” Vincent’s

looked at him and saw his cold and intense gaze staring

was holding a saucer plate with pasta sauce. Under Vincent’s intense. gaze, she grew apprehensive