The Spare Wife

About the incident in the Golden Triangle... Luna didn’t mention what happened to her afterward.

Everyone thought that everything was over, but it did not.

Abigail glanced at Simond and said, “No need for you to help me investigate. Contact your people and leave quickly!” Simond shrugged. “Add me on WhatsApp. | will pay you double the amount you spent on me.”

“| don’t need the money. | helped you so that you would stay away from me in the future. We were just passing acquaintances. Don’t contact me again.” She didn’t want any further interaction with him. Who knows what enemies he might have made abroad?

She didn’t want to be implicated by Simond. The man didn’t insist and simply smiled as he played with his phone. At noon, Luna came out of the intensive care unit.

Abigail sat by her bedside while looking at her exhausted appearance. Her eyes couldn't help but redden. “Why didn’t you tell me anything? | was really worried about you.”

Luna’s lips were pale. She asked Abigail, “What about the child...”

“The child is in the incubator. It's fine. Don’t worry.” Abigail held Luna’s hand and answered with concern.

Only then did Luna feel relieved. She closed her eyes and continued to rest.

When the doctor came, Abigail immediately asked, “Can | give her some supplements? She’s very weak right now.”

“Remember not to have any inflammatory foods. It’s best for her to have nourishing meals, like chicken stew and fish soup. These are suitable for pregnant women. You can make them for her,” the doctor advised her in a gentle tone.

She nodded repeatedly. “Are there any medical staff here? | want to hire someone. | can’t handle it alone.” “Yes, the hospital can arrange that for you. Just remember to pay the hospital fees when the time comes,” the doctor replied. After thanking the doctor, Abigail went out to find the house where Luna was staying.

The nanny had given her an address, but she was not familiar with the area. She had to ask for directions to avoid getting lost. Additionally, she needed to find a market for groceries.

In this small town, there were more elderly people on the road, with barely any youngsters. Even if there were, they were mostly youths with colored streets wandering the streets.

After leaving the hospital, Simond entered Luna’s room. He stood at the foot of Luna’s bed and looked at her.

Luna woke up from her sleep and was greatly startled when she saw the unfamiliar Simond. She clutched the blanket and trembled. “Don't... Don’t take me. |... | am done with Josh Pearson!”

Simond walked over and gazed at the terrified Luna. Then, he suddenly smiled. “I’m Abigail’s friend. My name’s Simond Simpson. Don’t panic. I’m here to take care of you.”

“No! Thanks, but | don’t need your help. Please don’t come and take care of me,” she replied incoherently.

Simond examined Luna. She was one of the founders of L.Moon and used to be bold and confident with exceptional business acumen. Yet, she now resembled a madwoman.

“Luna, Lam not a bad person. Your best friend, Abigail, saved me. As a way to repay her, I’m staying to look after you,” Simond spoke gently.

Luna dared not speak. He was definitely not someone whom she could mess with.

“It's really okay,” Simond reassured her. “I'll pour you a cup of hot water to energize your body. Your best friend is here, and you are safe.”

She hid under the blanket and remained silent.

Simond brewed warm honey water for Luna and blew on it slowly. When it cooled down, he held the cup and sat back by the bedside, saying, “Here, have some water.”

“| don’t want to drink...” Luna’s voice carried fear.

“It's of the right temperature. Refusing to drink it merely means | wasted my energy blowing it, isn’t it?” There was a twinge of a smile in his voice, but there was also a clear hint of threat.

Luna slowly poked her head out of the blanket but quickly averted her gaze when she made eye contact with Simond’s smiling face.

She snatched the cup from his hand and gulped the water.

Simond watched her quietly, his eyes revealing contemplation.

After Luna finished drinking, she placed the cup on the table and pulled the blanket back over herself.

Simond didn’t pay her any attention either. He sat on the edge of the bed, took out his phone, and contacted his people. ‘Bring a psychologist. An authoritative one at that, and remember to keep it low- key.’

While Abigail was busy as a bee, another call from Sean came. She was in the midst of making soup for Luna, and in her haste, she dropped the lid of the pot and answered the phone. “What's up?” Cradling the phone on her shoulder, she stirred the chicken in the pot with a ladle.

Her nose twitched as she smelled a burnt odor. She felt a bit frustrated. Why can’t | make soup properly? In the past, | could cook a meal while observing Grandma, but now, my skills have regressed.

“Can't | just ask how you're doing?” Sean’s tone was as calm as ever.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Abigail’s anxiety disappeared when she heard his words. She looked at the pot of chicken soup and sighed. “You taught me how to make chicken soup, but | just made a pot of burnt mess...”

“You haven't learned the essence of Grandma’s cooking at all.” Sean laughed helplessly. Then, he became puzzled. “Why are you cooking by yourself?”

“Isn't it normal to cook for oneself? Grandma has spoiled me, making me unable to get used to eating outside. I’m trying it myself.” Abigail wished so much for Sean to come over and cook together with her.