The Spare Wife (Abigail Quinn and Sean Graham) novel Chapter 386

Chapter 386 One Step Too Late

One look at the pain on Abigail’s face, and Sean loudly shouted out the door, “Has the doctor not given her any painkillers yet?”

Cameron promptly opened the door and respectfully said, “I’ll get a doctor to see her now.”

“Get out! Right now!” Abigail screamed at Sean before saying to Cameron, “Don’t call for the doctor. Just drag him away! If he’s here, the only drug that will work on me is a tranquilizer.”

Cameron did not understand what was going on. It had only been a few minutes, so how had Sean angered her again?

Was Sean not here to coax her back to his side?

Sean Kept staring as Eric headed back into the room after he was chased out by Abigail. He only turned his scowl away from the door when the door closed behind Eric.

Cameron silently looked at him.

“What?” Sean asked.

“I think you really shouldn’t have argued with Ms. Quinn. At such a time, your love will only grow if you choose to show your care for her, Cameron replied before instinctively looking away.

While Sean knew Cameron was right, he had been too panicked back then.

He felt like if he did not say what he wanted to say, Abigail might actually get together with Eric.

“Leave Tristan be for now. Let’s see what she wants to do before we make a move,” he declared before walking away.

Cameron followed him and asked, “Aren’t we staying here?”

“We’re going to buy her lunch,” Sean replied with an angry huff.

Even if he was angry at Abigail, he would still do anything and everything for her.

Cameron let out a gasp of realization, making him sound rather slow-witted.

With food in hand, Sean and Cameron appeared in Abigail’s ward once more. Alas, they opened the door to find she had already started lunch.

The table was covered in a wide variety of dishes that included soup. The feast looked much more appetizing than the food he had carefully picked out.

Eric was sitting by the bed as he held a plate up that Miranda would feed Abigail from.

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While it was a woman feeding Abigail, in Sean’s eyes, it was the same as Eric feeding her himself.

His face turned pale with anger once more as the food in his hands felt like they were going to burn a hole in his flesh.

Abigail pretended not to see him, but she still said to Eric, “Just leave the plate on the table. There’s no need to bother with holding it up.”

“It’s fine,” Eric warmly replied with a smile in his eyes.

Deep down, Cameron sighed. They were one step too late.

“When do you plan on taking care of Tristan Stuart?” Sean asked, walking over to place the bag of food on the table.

Miranda had heard of Sean before. When she realized he was much more handsome and terrifying in person. To make matters worse for her, he was blocking the doorway; her heart skipped in fear.

Anyone who followed Alana had shipped her with Sean before.