The Spare Wife

Chapter 628 About Love

Cameron planted a kiss on Isla’s cheek. “Even if she posts her photos, it wouldn’t make a difference anyway. She’s not my type, and she’s not as beautiful as you.”

Isia felt a surge of happiness upon hearing his words.

Sean’s heart bled with hatred. Does this guy ever consider my feelings while flaunting his affection?

He also longed to be close and intimate with Abigail like that.

Cameron seemed to sense Sean’s sour mood and quickly ceased his affectionate gestures toward Isla.

As he played the game, Isla leaned on his shoulder. It was clear their relationship was flourishing.

Sean felt suffocated as he watched them. He glanced at Abigail, but she was completely absorbed in her work without being affected like a devoted nun during prayers.

As darkness fell, Cameron left with Isla.

Abigail was about to go out for dinner with Sean when she looked up and noticed his radiating anger.

“What’s wrong with you?” Abigail felt she hadn’t done anything to upset him, so he didn’t need to look at her like that.

“It’s nothing. You wouldn’t care anyway,” Sean replied indifferently.

Abigail found him completely inexplicable. “If you’re going to be like this, I won’t have dinner with you. I’m afraid you’ll ruin my appetite.”

“Do you ever consider your boyfriend’s feelings when you speak?” Sean became displeased.

“Boyfriend? Who is my boyfriend? No wonder some girls become someone’s girlfriend after just one blind date. Are you that kind of person, too?” Abigail retorted mercilessly.

“I’m not that kind of person,” Sean felt her words were truly venomous.

“If you’re not, then stop being dramatic, and let’s go eat,” Abigail said, putting on her coat.

Sean was filled with pent-up anger.

As they strolled outside, he could no longer suppress his curiosity. “Their relationship is quite strong. Any thoughts on it?”

“What thoughts should I have? They seem well-suited.” Abigail offered a fair assessment.

Sean sighed, realizing discussing matters of the heart with her was futile.

He didn’t know when Abigail’s evaluations of him would cease and when he’d be considered qualified.

After dinner, Abigail intended to return to the Pearson Residence.

Sean accompanied her. “Why didn’t you go home for dinner today?”

There’s been a lot going on at home recently, and she didn’t have time to cook,” Abigail calmly replied. It was mainly due to Molly being dramatic.

Ever since Lily had an accident, she had convened Lawrence’s uncles and aunts to discuss the redistribution of the Pearson assets.

Sean nodded.

They returned to the Pearson Residence, finding the living room unusually noisy.

“You and your husband don’t want to redistribute the shares because you don’t know how to divide them, right? No one knows if the old man actually gave her any shares. The hospital was in such chaos at the time that they only gave her a box. Who knows what was inside that box!”

“The old man is gone, and if you secretly put extra things in the box, no one would know either! The things in the box don’t count anyway; I won’t acknowledge it!”

“Exactly; now that the old man is gone, the shares have to be redistributed. Otherwise, who will the shares that belong to him go to? No one will be happy no matter who they go to.”

Abigail walked in and saw Lawrence and Scarlett sitting silently on the couch in the living room.

The older uncles smoked silently, and only the women in their family were arguing.

Gary was the oldest son in his generation. His younger brother was useless, and his sister died early.

Abigail heard that his relationships with his brothers were never good, especially among the wives; they couldn’t stand each other.

In order to deal with herself, Molly actually invited people whom she couldn’t stand to make life difficult for her son. NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

When one was being biased, it was quite terrible to watch.

Sean originally planned to send Abigail back and go home to rest. He was tired from flying over and wanted to sleep early, but it seemed that he wouldn’t be able to sleep early now.

When Abigail came back, the living room immediately quieted down.

She walked up to Lawrence and Scarlett with a cold face and said, “You didn’t tell me that there are visitors.”

Lawrence looked up at her and said, “This is an adult matter; we can handle it.”

“They are eyeing the shares in my hands; how is it not my concern?” Abigail retorted. Indeed, Gary had passed on his shares to Abigail.

He died quickly and didn’t have time to explain what exactly these shares were about.

Scarlett tightly held Abigail’s hand and said, “We will never let them take away what your grandfather gave you.”

Abigail nodded. She looked around at the unfamiliar faces, her gaze cold. “If you don’t agree with the distribution of shares, go to court and sue me. If you cause trouble here, I will have someone throw youall our!”

This is my house; it’s not your place to make decisions, you little brat!” Molly was the first to speak out.

“This house is not under your control anymore; my father is in charge now.” Abigail looked at Molly with a determined gaze, showing no signs of backing down.

Lawrence looked at her, his eyes filled with admiration.

Sean glanced at Lawrence’s uncles, a cold smile appearing in his eyes. The Pearson estate was built by Mr. Pearson when he was young. Even though he split from you all back then, he still gave each of you some shares of the company so that you could live comfortably. But it hasn’t even been a couple of months since his death yet, and you’re already thinking about dividing his wealth. Aren’t you afraid he’ll come haunting you at night?”