The Spare Wife

Chapter 553

Chapter 553 Do You Still Like It?

Sobs reverberated through the air.

Abigail softly whimpered and whined like a bullied child.

Sean held her close and patted her back. “It’s okay. I’m here.”

Her wails came from deep within her soul.

The sight of her tears distressed Lawrence so much that he raised his hands to cover his forehead and face as tears streamed uncontrollably down his cheeks.

He did not know what he had done to make his beloved family members kidnap his precious daughter… They even wanted her dead!

Lynette ran over and hugged Lawrence. “Uncle, Abby is back. It’ll be fine. Everything will be okay.”

As she said that, she started crying as well.

Scarlett, who was finally wheeled out of the operating theater, was still unconscious.

Abigail and Sean stood up together. Her eyes were red.

“How is she?” Lawrence asked the doctor.

“One of her blood vessels ruptured due to her agitated state. She’s fine now,” the doctor replied.

Abigail couldn’t help but sigh with relief.

Sean tightened his grip around her hand as he gave her a comforting look.

Meanwhile, Lawrence’s legs went weak. He nearly collapsed.

Cameron caught him just in time. “Are you okay?”

“She’s fine. She’s fine…” Lawrence repeated.

Sean could tell that Patricia favored Vincent over Lawrence.

That was why even if Lawrence wanted to punish Vincent, he still had to seek permission from Patricia.

After thinking it through, Sean decided it was best to uncover everything Vincent had ever

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done as soon as possible. Otherwise, the entire family would have to tolerate Vincent’s

presence.

Two hours later, Scarlett woke

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As soon as she woke up, she called for Abigail. “Abby! My daughter…”

Abigail swiftly stepped forward and slid her hand into Scarlett’s.

Scarlett gradually calmed down when she felt Abigail’s hand in hers. She stared at Abigail for a few long, silent moments before dazedly commenting, “You look so much like me. You’re beautiful…”

She then placed Abigail’s hand on her chest. “My Abby…”

She couldn’t bear to let go of Abigail at all.

Abigail had no choice but to allow herself to be held.

Lawrence sat near them for a while before leaving the room.

When he returned, he had food in his arms.

“Here’s your favorite drink from when you were young. I didn’t like to let you drink this before. Do you still like it?” he asked, holding out a carton of milk to Abigail.

Abigail had always loved boxed milk. Analise would buy them for her as well.

“I would like it warm,” she gently said.

“Okay. I’ll heat it up for you.” Lawrence then hurried away to fill up the thermal flask he had just bought with hot water.

Even as he rushed around the room, he still found the time to hand Sean a box of strawberries. “Have something to eat as well. This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

Thank you,” Sean said, accepting the strawberries.

“It’s nothing.” Lawrence then turned to check if the milk was warm enough.

Scarlett soon fell asleep while still holding onto Abigail’s hand.

“Lawrence,” Sean suddenly called out while holding a strawberry.

Lawrence looked over from where he was standing near the kettle. “What is it?”

“Would you believe me if I say I saw Vincent at the Golden Triangle?” Sean asked.

“That couple’s hearts are as black as the void. It’s not surprising for them to appear there. You’re trying to say that he must surely own a few illegally acquired assets, right?” Lawrence’s hands trembled in fury as he said that.

“Yes. I estimate that he has been doing this for more than 20 years. I don’t understand, though. Is he that desperate for money?” Sean couldn’t think of any motivation for Vincent to dabble in illegally acquired assets.

“When a person is greedy, wealth or the lack of wealth has nothing to do with their actions,” Lawrence coldly replied.

After saying that, he hurriedly tested the warmth of the carton of milk. Once he was certain it was warm enough, he held it out to Abigail. He had even inserted the straw for her.

Abigail accepted the boxed milk and took a small sip.

Sean found it amusing as he had never seen her drink from milk cartons before. She actually asked Lawrence to warm one up for her.

“I suspect he wants to marry into the Davidsons because he needs connections for laundering,” Sean said.

Lawrence nodded. “That sounds like a reasonable guess. Do you need my help?”

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“I’m helping you right now.” There was a lazy look in Sean’s eyes. After all, this all started because of a fight between Pearson family members. It was up to Lawrence how far he wanted to take this.

Lawrence gently nodded. Just as he was about to speak, Lynette ran in and whispered, “Grandpa is out. The surgery was a success.”

“I’m going to check on him, Abby. Rest here for now,” Lawrence said to Abigail with a doting and extremely careful voice.

Abigail hummed in response.

After Lawrence left the room, Sean walked over to Abigail with his box of strawberries. He then placed a strawberry on her lips.

“I have hands,” she said.

He raised an eyebrow. “You don’t have any hands free.”

“What do you mean?” She placed her carton of milk down and grabbed the strawberry from him before shoving it into her mouth.

He leaned over to look into her eyes. “What do you think of all this?”

“I don’t know.” All she felt was confusion.

When the fight was happening, she was overwhelmed by distress. Now that she had calmed down, she didn’t feel strongly about the situation.

“It’s okay. Sometimes, you just need time. Don’t force yourself to accept what’s happening. Slowly process it all,” he said, patting her hand. “Now, little girl, what other types of milk do you want?”

“I’m not a kid! What’s wrong with you?” she unhappily retorted.