The Spare Wife (Abigail Quinn and Sean Graham) novel Chapter 482

Chapter 482 The Deranged Child

“You forced him to jump off the building. Are you also going to force me and my son to die in front of you?” Giada grabbed her daughter and questioned Abigail with bloodshot eyes.

Since Abigail was in a hurry to attend a meeting, she wasn’t in the mood to deal with Giada’s antics.

“Your husband embezzled a total of thirty million in public funds and helped some of the company’s senior executives who fled overseas evade taxes, which he then benefited from. Then, he bought a villa in Capitalis, which is worth nearly ten million. Unfortunately, just because he’s dead, our company can’t reclaim the house he transferred under your name. Yet, you’re blaming me for everything?” Abigail rebuked and was about to leave.

Giada let out a scream. Then, she shoved her son away, charged forward, took out a dagger, and aimed it at Abigail.

Cameron kicked Giada’s hand and quickly pulled Abigail behind him.

Abigail’s heart was thumping in her chest.

Giada screamed in pain as she held her hand and reprimanded, “You forced him to kill. himself! Do you think I want that house? The monthly mortgage for the house costs tens of thousands. How can a housewife like me afford that?”

Cameron merely shot the woman a cold glance as he rebuked, “Sell it if you can’t pay for it and move into a smaller house. If you continue to attempt murder, you can even forget about owning that house!”

Abigail took out her phone, planning to call the police. But right then, she felt a chill run. down her spine and a huge wave of danger.

She turned and saw the boy, who had been pushed aside by his mother, holding a hammer and swinging it fiercely toward her head with a grim expression.

Abigail’s heart seemed to stop beating, and her body stiffened. She wanted to escape, but her legs wouldn’t obey.

The next moment, she was forcefully pushed away. She fell to the ground with the contents of her bag scattered everywhere, but she ignored them and turned to look at Cameron.

He was covering his left eye, his hand stained red with blood.

“Cameron-”

“Call… for help!”

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Cameron was trembling in pain. Never would he have imagined a ten-year-old boy would commit such a deranged act.

Abigail picked up her phone again and called 911. At the same time, she screamed at the company’s security guards, “Someone, help! There’s a murderer!”

Her desperate screams finally caught the attention of the security guards.

The boy, whom Cameron kicked away, had a dark face as he picked up the hammer and slowly approached Abigail.

Clearly, Giada was also shocked. She stammered, “Emerson.”