The Spare Wife Novel Sean and Abigail
Chapter 199

Chapter 199 Abigail’s Secret Background

Sean emerged from Abigail’s hospital room early the next morning. The warmth on his face had faded, leaving in its wake a cold demeanor.

Cameron immediately looked at him.

The two of them walked to a more secluded area away from the hospital room. Sean leaned against the wall and maintained his gaze on Abigail’s room door. His tone was icy as he said, “Make sure to investigate thoroughly whether Abigail’s situation is related to Joan. On top of that, keep a close eye on Kingston.”

Sean was not going to let what happened to Abigail slide, even if it turned out that Joan was involved. However, if Joan was really involved, then he would need to protect her again.

Kingston posed a big problem for Sean, meaning he must carefully plan his next move,

Abigail had been hospitalized for a ‘week and planned to return to Ouisford. The embroidery work that she left unfinished required her immediate attention, but she had also sent Cameron away and instead asked Lynette to accompany her

Since she intended to cooperate with the Pearsons and the Davidsons, she naturally agreed to make a good impression on Lynette. After all, Lynette seemed easy to get along with. Meanwhile, Cameron clung to Abigail like a shadow, following her wherever she went. It was getting quite annoying as she couldn’t afford to have him trailing her when she needed to handle business.

“When we arrive in Ouisford, you can return to help at your cousin’s shop. I’ll be safe in the embroidery studio,” Abigail told Lynette while they were on the plane.

“Sure, but let’s cut a deal,” Lynette suggested, not wanting to be overly clingy to Abigail. “I’ll take care of your transportation; otherwise, Eric might be angry with me.” After all, when Abigail was busy with her embroidery, Lynette couldn’t find it in herself to remain seated and do nothing.

“Sounds good,” Abigail agreed with a smile.

“However, you might not enjoy the pastries that my cousin makes or the tea that he brews,” Lynette complained as she wore her sunglasses.

Abigail did the same.

Lynette sighed. “He has gone on a business trip and probably won’t be back for another four to five days.

At that, Abigail responded with a simple “Oh” and did not ask any more questions.

The sunlight in late April was bright. Analise was squatting in the vegetable garden and feeding a stray cat that she had recently discovered when the doorbell suddenly rang.

She rose to her feet, her back hunched, and went to answer the door. When she opened it, she saw a man, who bore a striking resemblance to Abigail, and hesitated for a moment before asking. “Who are you looking for?”

“Is this Analise Stein’s house? I’m Abigail’s friend,” Josh asked politely.

“Um…” Analise stepped aside, and when she lowered her gaze, there were complex emotions in her eyes. Then, she closed the door and informed Josh, “Abby isn’t home. You’ll have to call her if you need to talk to her.”

A little orange cat hiding in the vegetable garden peeked out from among the plants and secretly watched Josh.

“I’m not looking for her. I actually want to ask you about something.” His purpose was simple-he wanted to inquire more about Abigail’s background. As he followed Analise into the hallway, he sat down on a chair and handed her a photograph. This is my mother.”

In the photo was a woman who looked almost identical to Abigail if her mouth was obscured.

Analise looked at the photo and repeatedly wiped her eyes. “I have severe diabetes, and my eyesight isn’t very good. What about the photo?”

Josh was skeptical and hesitant. “You can’t see it clearly?”

“Not entirely. I can see it, but it’s somewhat blurry. She handed the photo back to him.

He had indeed learned that she had diabetes and nearly went blind due to how severe her condition was. He thought Analise already made a full recovery when she left the hospital, but apparently, her vision was still unclear.

Regret was evident in Josh’s expression as he asked directly, “Abby… Is Abby your biological granddaughter?”

He didn’t want to beat around the bush. Even if there was a one percent chance, he still wanted to bring Abigail back.

“Of course, she is. What’s going on?” Analise asked lovingly.

Josh replied, “Abby looks very much like my mother and the Pearsons lost a child more than twenty years ago. We still haven’t found them, so my mother’s health has severely deteriorated.”

Analise listened attentively to his explanation and then said sadly, “Her mother must miss her child a lot, but Abby is not one of you.”

“Can we have a DNA test with her then?” Josh asked. “I know this is impolite, but we can use a

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strand of her hair or draw blood. Whichever works is fine.”

“Abby is my granddaughter. Suddenly coming here to request a DNA test isn’t appropriate, is it? She’s my biological granddaughter, and I can’t possibly be mistaken about that. I sympathize with your mother’s illness as a result of losing her child, but without Abby, I won’t be able to continue living.” Analise insisted.

At this, Josh immediately stood up and apologized. I’m sorry for making such a request. If you’re not willing to do it, I won’t insist. Thank you for your time.”

“Abby is the Quinn Family’s granddaughter, and that is a certain fact. You may leave now.” Analise also stood up and had a resolute attitude.

“Alright. Thank you.” He turned and left..

Once he was completely gone, she collapsed into her chair with an incomprehensible facial expression. She had clearly seen the resemblance in the photo, but Abigail was her granddaughter -her and her late husband’s granddaughter.

“Abby, where I am at is your home. Don’t be afraid,” Analise murmured.

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