The Spare Wife

Abigail held Luna’s hand and gently urged her to stop pulling at her hair. “Let’s conduct a DNA test for the child. We can always find out who the father is.”

“Don’t bother testing. I’ve done it several times during pregnancy but couldn’t find out. The doctor said | have a genetic issue, and we can’t determine the child’s father,” Luna cried as she tightly held Abigail's hand. “We can only wait until the child is older and the genes have stabilized before we can test again.”

“Not my brother’s child?” Abigail asked.

“| don’t know... | can’t remember... It’s like | suddenly broke down. Before | got pregnant, | often couldn’t distinguish time... It was only when | became pregnant that | realized we were always moving forward in time. | didn’t want to abort the child. Its existence proves that I’m still in reality.” Tears continued to stream down Luna’s face.

With red eyes, Abigail embraced Luna. “It’s okay. Once you feel better, we'll return to Capitalis.”

“I'm not going back. | don’t want to go back, Abigail. We can’t go back,” Luna said incoherently. “Everyone will be in trouble if we return. Don’t bring the child back.”

“Why can’t we? We won't find anything by staying here forever,” Abigail cried. “Tell me who gave you the injections, and I'll help you find them!”

Luna leaned against her and shook her head. “I can’t remember-”

“Stop asking,” Simond interrupted.

Abigail glared at him. “Didn't | tell you to leave?”

She noticed a man dressed very casually, standing next to Simond, and staring at Luna.

“Before | leave, let me help you just this once,” Simond said as he looked at the man beside him walking in. Then, he casually closed the ward door.

“If she doesn’t want to talk, just agree to her request,” the man told Abigail.

She looked at the man and then asked Luna, who was in her arms. “I will let the child have my last name. If anyone asks, I'll say he’s mine. Is that okay? You should eat first. Once you've had a full meal, we'll focus on recovering your health before anything else.”

“Okay...” Luna nodded with a choked voice.

Abigail patted her back.

After Luna finished her meal and took a sedative to sleep, Abigail followed Simond and the man out of the ward. The three of them walked outside the hospital, and Simond looked at the man.

“Ms. Quinn, | am Dr. Zack Mason, a psychiatrist at the Sixth People’s Hospital in Capitalis. Your friend has a severe case of depression. After reviewing her medical history, | found that her depression is related to the medication she has been taking,” the man explained gently. “You cannot force her. She is already experiencing hallucinations, auditory hallucinations, and difficulty in distinguishing time. If she is not properly treated soon, she'll have a stiff body. You’re well aware of the final outcome, right?”

Zack had a renowned reputation, and Abigail never expected that Simond could actually persuade him. “| understand. Thank you for reminding me. Abigail felt as if all her strength had been drained from her body.

It had only been half a year since she was last with Luna, who had changed so much. The culprits behind Luna’s change were none other than Kelly and Vincent.

The root cause of it all was her background.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

“As for the child’s genetic issues... Let's not dwell on that for now. Since the child is already born, let’s raise him well. Both the mother and child are in a very pitiful situation, being manipulated like this. Zack approached Abigail and comforted her.

Abigail’s eyes turned slightly red as she looked at Zack. “Can she recover from this?”

If Josh were aware of Luna’s current state, how much pain would he be in? He had experienced insomnia, anguish, and self- blame after their breakup. However, throughout the entire process, he had no clue as to what he had done wrong to cause Luna to break up with him so decisively.

“Her condition is different from typical depression, so our only option is to do our best in treating her,” Zack sighed. “Dr. Mason, they say that humans are creatures who seek pleasure and avoid pain. Do you think she has the will to survive based on her words?” Simond suddenly asked with a smile.

Zack pondered for a moment before responding, “You raise a valid point. The patient has expressed that she cannot go back. It wouldn't be beneficial for anyone if she were to return. This indicates that there is still somewhere she cannot return to.”

Abigail tightly clenched her hands that were resting by her side. It had to be Vincent Pearson!

“Are you suggesting that someone is responsible for her memory issues? What does she know?” Simond looked at Abigail. His train of thought was much clearer than Abigail's.

Abigail couldn’t help but sink into contemplation. Could it be that even Sean would struggle with what Luna knew?

Does Vincent truly possess such significant influence? Or is it possible that Vincent cannot handle the illicit money he possesses, and the mastermind behind him has revealed themselves?

“Dr. Mason, thank you for your hard work. Please stay here for a few days and provide her with some guidance, Simond finished speaking and snapped his fingers.

A bodyguard appeared from nearby and said to Zack Dr. Mason, we have arranged a place for you to rest. Please come with

me. “Alright,” Zack replied politely.

As Zack departed, Simond turned his head towards Abigail and asked, “I heard that Mr. Graham secretly dismantled a fraudulent organization in the country with the help of the police, but they haven’t been able to fully solve the case. Is that true?”