The Spare Wife

Chapter 89

Chapter 89 Slandered

Luna nodded. “He should be bailed. He’s better than Sean anyway. Aside from sleeping with you,

that guy’s useless.”

Abigail’s cheeks burned. “Stop talking about that. I’m not sleepy anyway, so let’s deal with the

clothes.”

Luna said, “Whatever you want.”

Kevin didn’t go back. Instead, he went into Sean’s room.

Sean was seated before his desk. Coolly, he said, “All settled?”

Kevin approached him and put his hands on the table. The usually flippant guy changed his attitude for a while. “I talked to Abigail just now. She thinks Victor didn’t mean any harm.”

Sean was going through his files, but he stopped for a moment. “Just spit it out.”

Kevin looked at him and stammered, “I–I won’t hold back, then.”

“You talk too much.” Sean was getting impatient.

Kevin quickly said, “Abigail said that if Victor wasn’t the one who did it, we should just let it slide.”

Sean said nothing. He was going to go against Abigail and kick Victor out of the production team.

Kevin scratched his head. “I think you should reflect on yourself. Don’t try to kick everyone out. You can’t guarantee she won’t have suitors forever.”

Sean tossed his file away and looked at Kevin coolly. “What should I reflect on?”

Kevin said, concerned, “You asked that so matter–of–factly. You have no idea at all, huh? Victor helped Abigail do everything when her leg was hurt. Of course, she’s touched.”

Sean fell silent. He helped Abigail with the draft too, but she wasn’t touched at all. “I call the shots in the production team, not her,” said Sean, and he picked his file up to continue reading it.

Kevin was miffed. “I think Victor’s innocent too.”

“None of your business now. Leave. I want evidence, not conjecture,” said Sean coldly.

The next day, Kevin came to Luna’s room and saw Abigail there. Victor came in at the same time. A staff member came and tossed Victor onto the ground. Victor explained, “You don’t trust me either, Ms. Quinn? Yes, I approached you to gain something, but I swear I didn’t mean to harm you.”

Luna was seated before the sewing machine, pretending to work. She fiddled with the shirt and asked Kevin, “Found anything?”

“Yes. The chat history is still on his phone.” Kevin handed Victor’s phone to Abigail.

Abigail took a look and saw the chat history between Victor and Damian. Aside from telling him to

buy the meds Abigail needed for her leg, there was also the request to purchase a kind of medicine.

she’d never seen before.

“I have no idea about that med, I swear. There’s no way the production team would keep that kind

fishy, Mr. Stewart?” Victor explained with reddened

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eyes.

The med he wanted was available on any online shopping platform. It was a kind of aphrodisiac.

“I’ll see if the production team has any of this lying around. The fact is that this chat history is real.

Don’t tell me someone stole your phone and used it to create this chat.” Kevin sneered. He wouldn’t

listen to Victor’s explanation.

He was having a headache over Abigail and Sean having differences over this matter, but the trash

took itself out.

Abigail checked the chat history and noticed that Victor wasn’t that close to Damian. They barely chatted, and there was no way he would ask someone who was barely a stranger to buy something

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Abigail handed the phone back to Kevin. “I’d like to hear his explanation in detail, Mr. Stewart.”

Kevin was happy a moment ago, but after what Abigail said, that happiness was gone. “You trust

him?”

Abigail didn’t answer. Instead, she looked at the tearful Victor. She asked, “Why’d you ask him to buy that for you?”

“I was going to give you the meds, but the team said they don’t have it, so I asked if they could get it for me. I offered tips, but no one took my offer,” said Victor slowly.

“And?” Abigail asked.

Kevin was listening, and he was upset.

Victor choked. “Mr. Light got mad because he couldn’t find me and take my size. I explained things to him, and he said he’d help me out once things were done. I was worried he might get the wrong pill, so I told him the name of the med. I promise I didn’t ask him to get the second kind of

medicine.”