The Spare Wife by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 297 You Are Analise’s Granddaughter

Luna sipped her drink slowly and began to brainstorm.

“Grandma only cares about you. The only reason she would go to Capitalis would be because of you.

We only know the Davidsons and the Pearsons in Capitalis. The Davidsons aren’t worth mentioning

since you haven’t had any direct conflicts with them. The only person you have an issue with there is

Kelly.” Luna began her analysis.

Abigail nodded and urged her to continue, saying encouragingly, “Keep going.”

“However, given her identity, I doubt she’d even get past the front gate by trying to approach the

Pearsons in Capitalis,” Luna said cautiously.

“Do you think my grandmother is that reckless?” Abigail asked.

“No. She’s at an age where she’s way more experienced in discerning a situation than us. Could it be

that she’s hiding something from us? I watched the video, and that assailant was clearly targeting the

two of you. It’s obvious that you were the intended target. Some internet users have also agreed with

my analysis, saying the attacker was clearly out to get someone,” Luna explained.

Abigail took a sip of her drink and inquired, “Under what circumstances would someone go to such

lengths to eliminate a person?”

“It’s either for significant gain or because Grandma has damning evidence against them. Regardless, I

still can’t wrap my head around it. Grandma has lived her whole life in Pendorf; her only connection to

the Pearsons is probably-” Luna suddenly fell silent.

She stared at Abigail for a while before continuing, “Could it be that you are the real young lady of the

Pearsons and Kelly is a fake?”

Abigail didn’t reply.

Ronaldo had said something similar, and now Luna was suggesting the same. Given that Analise had

spent her entire life in Pendorf, the only possible connection would be her identity.

“I’m actually scared that you would come to this conclusion.” Abigail lowered her head suddenly.

Analise would rather lie to her than let her return to the Pearsons. If she were indeed one of the

Pearsons, that meant that this wasn’t just a simple case of losing a child. Considering Analise’s

reaction, it was something Abigail couldn’t accept. This was why Analise had been guarding the secret

of her identity so closely.

“You have the best support, which is a grandmother who has always considered your well-being. It

doesn’t matter what your identity is; I only recognize you as Grandma’s granddaughter,” Luna said, her

expression unusually resolute.

The confusion that had been swirling in Abigail’s mind was suddenly dispelled by Luna’s words.

Indeed, she would always be Analise’s granddaughter regardless of the truth. She could never forget

the kindness Analise had shown her in this lifetime.

After they left the bar, Luna hugged Abigail and murmured, “Please bring bodyguards when you go to

Capitalis. You really scared the hell out of me. I’m so happy you’re okay.”

“Sean’s subordinate was almost killed,” Abigail said. It turns out that even the most formidable

individuals can become completely powerless after being stabbed.”

It seemed that TV dramas were indeed nothing but nonsense.

Luna patted her back, consoling her silently.

Abigail failed to find any solace even though she was now safely at home. She really wanted to have

an open conversation with Analise. Nonetheless, she was also aware that Analise would be extremely

defensive if she were to strike up any conversation about the truth of her origins. It would be utterly

counterproductive if she said something wrong, eventually leading Analise to overthink things. She

didn’t want her grandmother to fall into melancholy due to her pursuing

the truth.

She had been sitting there staring at nothing when she suddenly received Josh’s call.

She looked at his name and suddenly felt as though she was looking at the name for the first time.

She answered the call but remained silent.

That was because she knew that if her assumptions were true and that this attack at the station. was

truly orchestrated by the Pearsons, her relationship with Josh would become hostile as well.

“Abigail, I already know about the station incident. Sean mentioned that it has to do with the Pearsons,

and we are also conducting an internal investigation. The Pearsons will definitely give you and Old Mrs.

Quinn an explanation if we find out anything.” Josh’s tone was apologetic.

“Why do you think it might be related to the Pearsons?” Abigail asked him calmly.

“I know you suspect Kelly, and all the events that have occurred point to her targeting you. However, I

can say with certainty that Kelly is innocent. There are individuals within the Pearsons who don’t want

her to return and are deliberately framing her,” Josh explained.

“Does that mean she personally called to order a wedding dress from me and transferred money to

Studio 438 to frame herself?” Abigail asked indifferently.

“I will investigate all of these; I will have answers for you within a week.” Josh replied promptly.

“Josh, you and I could have had no conflicts. Yet, someone from afar has decided to meddle and target

me. Grandma went to Capitalis because of me! Alfie nearly lost his life because of us! How

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sinister are the people from the Pearsons that they can murder in a public place?!” Abigail couldn’t help

but express her anger when she thought about the dangerous situation they had. faced.

“You’d better tell the Pearsons this-I now know the purpose of my grandmother’s visit to Capitalis. If

some rats from the Pearsons continue to engage in such despicable actions from the shadows, I won’t

hesitate to find allies and deal with the Pearsons altogether. Heed me when I say. I don’t believe that

any of you have the power to escape the law’s constraints!” Abigail abruptly hung up the phone after

saying her piece.

At this point, there was nothing more to say between her and Josh.

He might not have been involved in this incident, but would he step aside when the truth about. the

attack came out? Or would he protect the perpetrator in the interest of the Pearsons” reputation?

Sean had asked her to swallow her pride for the sake of Joan as well.

The concept of sacrificing personal feelings for a greater cause was not uncommon. Plus, these

prominent families were primarily concerned with the reputation and interests of their family as

a whole.

Just as Abigail was seething in fury, she heard a knock at the living room door.

She was about to check who that was when a message popped up on her phone.

I’m here. Open the door.

She only opened the door for Sean once she was sure that Analise had fallen asleep.

This time, Sean’s subordinate had saved them. Still, that didn’t necessarily mean that Analise would

welcome him. Gratitude was one thing, but it couldn’t be confused with their previous entanglements.

“What are you here for?” Abigail asked.

She thought Sean was still in Capitalis.

Sean carried a paper bag in his hand, walked over to the couch, and placed the bag on the coffee

table. “Is your grandmother asleep?”

“Yes. She’s tired and has been asleep for nearly an hour.” Abigail nodded.

He looked at her before noticing that she wasn’t wearing undergarments and immediately averted his

gaze. “Have you forgotten what the doctor said?”