The Spare Wife (Abigail Quinn and Sean Graham) novel Chapter 128

Chapter 128 Abigail Doesn’t Care

After Abigail returned to her studio from the Graham Estate, she handed over a property deed to Luna before getting busy with her affairs.

Lewis was shooting a meticulous drama set in the period of the Western Roman Empire’s fall, so she needed to gather research materials. Since she did not have ready-made materials, she had to visit relevant academic institutions to consult history professors.

After spending most of the day with the old professor, she obtained plenty of information but still lacked research. Therefore, the professor advised her to go to the library and find more books to study in detail.

As she was leaving the school, she received a call from Sean. The moment she pressed the answer button, she heard his angry tone. “You rushed back and made Grandma ill just to mortgage the house I bought for you? You’re putting work above everything else!”

She immediately asked, “How is she?”

“Do you even care about her? You only care about your studio. Even when she’s experiencing

heartache, you left immediately and went to the bank to mortgage the house.” He hung up the phone right after he said that.

Abigail stared at her phone, unable to react for a while.

The house he bought for her was halfway up the hill, and though it had been popular last year, it

became deserted this year. The road to the city was long, and the residential area had been half- developed but stalled for a year due to unforeseen circumstances.

He did not know that the house was no longer suitable for living. Temporarily using it as collateral

at the bank was also to consider buying a new place for when Analise came over, making it

convenient for her to stay.

However, Abigail did not want to explain any of these to him. She returned home with the

materials and saw Analise in the living room, busy ironing clothes on the table. Watching the scene,

she felt a warmth in her heart.

“You’re early today. Are you hungry? I’ll make you some pasta,” Analise asked with concern, holding

an electric iron.

Abigail shook her head and replied, “I have some work. Let’s eat together in the evening. These clothes don’t need ironing. You should rest, Grandma.”

“You’re never at home. If the clothes are left hanging, they’ll get damp. They need some sun, so you won’t get skin diseases when you wear them,” Analise said with a smile, radiating happiness. “I’ve taken the blankets and quilts out to air them. Next time you need to change them, just do it directly. After I return, you must take good care of yourself and not forget to eat, no matter how busy you are.” She continued to fuss.

“I know.” At that moment, Abigail felt that the grievances she had suffered from Cornelie and Sean’s sides had disappeared instantly.