The Spare Wife

Chapter 551

Chapter 551 Abigail’s Origins

Martha believed that no one had witnessed her actions, but Analise was deeply invested in the growth and prosperity of Quinn Village. This motivated her to ensure the safety of all the tourists visiting the village. She understood that any mishap could hinder the village’s progress.

“I rescued Abigail, but due to the lack of oxygen to her brain, she completely forgot about the most traumatic moment of her life and her time with the Pearsons. She genuinely believed. that I was her grandmother,” Analise explained, gently holding Abigail’s hand. “This poor child. My husband and I deliberately kept her past a secret, fearing that it would attract

trouble.”

“If Josh hadn’t searched for her, we would have left things as they were. Martha, it was you, wasn’t it?” Analise suddenly turned to Vincent’s wife.

“You’re lying! I bet you’re accusing me because you and your husband kidnapped the child!” Martha sharply retorted.

“It doesn’t matter if you deny it. It’s all in the past now. I only wanted to share what I witnessed,” Analise replied, unfazed by Martha’s refusal to admit her guilt. Martha held no significance to her or Abigail.

At that moment, Sean interjected, “Vincent, I’m surprised that you survived the incident at Golden Triangle.”

“What are you implying?” Vincent retorted.

“How dare you, outsiders, defame my son?” Patricia exclaimed.

“Mom, you know me. I’ve always followed your guidance,” Vincent innocently stated, looking at Patricia with pleading eyes.

“Martha Harper, did you commit this act or not?” Lawrence abruptly asked.

“Lawrence, why would I do such a thing? You’ve witnessed how much I love and cherish her.” Martha promptly argued.

His eyes

turned icy cold. “Even now, you refuse to admit it. Do you know what I’ve been doing for the past few days? I’ve been investigating your actions! Why have all our previous inquiries yielded no results? It’s because the person who lost Abby was one of us! We never suspected anyone within the family, so we always came up empty-handed!”

“Twenty-one years ago, my daughter was only four years old. You managed to deceive her into following you from kindergarten because you bear a striking resemblance to Scarlett,” he continued, suppressing his fury throughout.

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Scarlett stared at her twin sister in disbelief.

“On that day, you took advantage of the fact that Scarlett had to discuss a project with the Quinns and used the private jet to bring Abby to Quinn Village, where you pushed her into the sea!” Lawrence declared. Over the past few days, he had meticulously examined Martha and Vincent’s travel records, focusing on the family-owned vehicles from that time.

“Why?” Scarlett exclaimed, her voice filled with disbelief as she looked at Martha. “You’re Abby’s aunt. She adored you! How could you do such a thing?”

“M-Maybe Lawrence is mistaken.” Martha sobbed.

However, Scarlett stepped forward and slapped Martha across the face. “All these years, Lawrence has aged prematurely from the stress of searching for Abby. Year after year, he delved into every case of child abduction he could find. He had to witness the torture and exploitation of those young girls, who were sold to impoverished rural villages and forced to bear children while still being children themselves. Those girls were mistreated and tormented by countless villagers. He lived in constant fear, unable to sleep. Do you think that’s fair to me or to the Pearsons?”

The force of the slap caused Martha to fall to the ground. Her eyes widened as she said, “I’m your younger sister, and you hit me!”

“Abby is my own flesh and blood! You watched us suffer and cry day after day for her! How could you bear to do that? How could you?” Scarlett screamed, grabbing Martha’s hair as if she had lost her sanity.

Martha’s eyes gradually turned cold. “I couldn’t bear to see you living a happy life. I loved Lawrence first. I worked so hard, only for you to steal him away from me. You’re just an accountant. What right do you have?”

Scarlett slapped her once again. “Just because I’m kinder than you! Is that enough justification? Let me make it clear: we are no longer sisters. I’m going to sue you!”

She then pushed Martha away and, with trembling fingers, pulled out her phone to call the police.

“Scarlett!” Patricia barked.

“Do you want me to spare them? No way. If it weren’t for Analise, my daughter would be dead! I will never let them go!” Scarlett shrieked.

Lawrence wrapped his arms around her, silently pressing his lips together.

The truth turned out to be completely different from what Abigail had anticipated.

Sean walked to her side and held her hand.

Scarlett, you’ve found your daughter. We need to consider the long-term implications Sean began.

“Mom, what is there to consider? Martha and Vincent want to harm my daughter because they want a marriage alliance with the Davidsons!” Lawrence interrupted.

“Dad’s stroke came out of nowhere. Are we sure Vincent had nothing to do with it?” he continued.

The Pearsons were a family in turmoil.

Abigail had no idea what was happening.

“Lawrence, he’s your younger brother,” Patricia’s eyes welled up with tears.

“I’m also his older brother. His wife pushed my daughter into the sea! How dare they?” Lawrence roared, his eyes also filled with anger.

“Vincent, did you know that Martha did this?” Patricia turned to Vincent.

Of course he does, Abigail thought to herself.