The Spare Wife by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 277 Analise Has a Secret

Ronaldo’s first impression of Abigail was that she was a gorgeous lady, yet distant and seemed hard to

communicate with.

In the eyes of the public, people with such an attitude were deemed as aloof.

Yet, only now did he understand that she wasn’t aloof; she was purely exuding such a vibe.

The two went their separate ways, and Abigail drove home.

Considering that she went back early today, she thought Analise would be waiting at home for her.

However, panic struck her once she realized her grandmother wasn’t home. At once, she took out her

phone and called her grandmother.

It took a long time for Analise to answer her phone.

“Grandma, where are you? I got off work early today, so I happened to be able to pick you up.”

Abigail spoke in a relaxed tone as soon as the call got through.

“Oh, that won’t be necessary. I’m just watching TV at a friend’s house in the complex. I’ll be back in a

while!” Analise swiftly refused the offer.

A faint smile appeared on Abigail’s face the moment she heard that her grandmother had actually

made friends. “In that case, have fun with your friends. It’s fine too if you come back a little later.”

After Abigail ended the call, the corner of her mouth raised into a smile.

She couldn’t help but be happy for Analise when she thought of the latter wanting to blend into city life.

Once Abigail returned to her room, her phone suddenly rang moments after she turned on the

computer.

It turned out to be a message from Sean.

The smile on Abigail’s face faded slightly when she remembered the incident that happened in the

restaurant.

Sean had sent her a picture.

Curious, Abigail clicked on the picture and was shocked when she spotted her grandmother in it.

Through the picture, she could be seen gripping onto someone at the subway entrance, looking as if

she was asking for directions.

‘When did this happen?‘

Abigail immediately asked Sean.

‘A few minutes ago. Don’t worry. I have asked Cameron to follow her.

Thanks. I will keep in touch with Mr. Hopkins and go to pick her up.

With that, Abigail stood up and got ready to head out.

‘Ms. Quinn, are you not aware Old Mrs. Quinn has gone out? If that’s the case, you’d better not go and

pick her up. Instead, keep a close eye on her for a few days and see what she does when she goes

out. After all, even if she’s your grandmother, I’m sure she still has secrets that she doesn’t want you to

know.‘

Sean attempted to persuade Abigail to think twice through his text.

Thinking about how Analise lied to her when she called her just now, Abigail eventually agreed that

what he said made sense.

But then again, it’s not like I forbid her to go out. Why would she lie to me?

Almost an hour passed, and Analise finally came back with a small cake in her hand.

Before her return, Abigail was in a state of worry and couldn’t refrain from overthinking.

“You’re hungry, aren’t you? My friend specifically asked me to bring this cake back for you to try. Dig in

and see if you like it,” Analise announced lovingly as soon as she stepped through the door.

Abigail felt relieved at the sound of her grandmother’s voice. After concealing her emotions, she

reached out and took the cake from her. “It looks delicious. Remember to thank your friend for me,

Grandma.”

Nevertheless, she still detected the stench of sweat on Analise’s body. It was clear to her that it was the

result of being outside for a long time.

“Have you gone to have your blood pressure checked at the complex’s infirmary recently?” Abigail

pretended to ask casually as she walked toward the couch with the cake.

‘I have. I even made a lot of friends. You can ask them to testify for me. By the way, why do you always

not believe me?” Analise complained while faking an upset look.

“Nonsense. I’m clearly worried about you,” Abigail refuted with a pout.

Analise hung up the keys and walked to the bathroom. “I’ll make dinner for you after I take a shower.

“Okay. I’m going to my room first. I have yet to finish my work.” Abigail immediately excused herself, for

she feared she would have a hard time holding back and couldn’t help but blurt out

what was on her mind.

After closing the door, she looked at the cake in her hand. Her eyes slightly welled up with tears as she

thought, Grandma even purposely spent money to buy snacks, which she had never been willing to

buy,

in order to deceive me.

Breathing out a long sigh, Abigail eventually decided to secretly find out what exactly her grandmother

was going to do.

The next morning, Abigail acted like she was going to work when, in reality, she was hiding in the

complex.

As expected, Analise went out an hour after Abigail hunkered down outside the house.

She trailed behind and discovered that Analise took a bus first and then arrived at the subway station.

Analise, who stumbled and lost her direction many times, finally arrived at Pendorf’s train

station.

Abigail was puzzled as to why her grandmother would come to a train station.

The gray–haired and hunched–back Analise asked the attendant at the train station how to buy a ticket

by herself and the things that she needed to pay attention to when buying a ticket. After receiving her

answers from the attendant, she stood aside and repeatedly muttered the steps.

Since she couldn’t remember how to write many words and wasn’t skilled in using her smartphone, she

had no choice but to rely on her memory.

Generally, it would surely take less than an hour to complete if it was up to a youth to carry out such a

task. Yet, Analise spent almost a whole day.

Under the 4.00PM scorching heat, Analise once again stumbled home with her back hunched.

Instead of following her, Abigail sat at the bus stop and looked up at the sky in confusion.

Even if she wants to return to the countryside, she doesn’t need to take a train. She just needs to take

a bus or a cab. Where exactly does Grandma want to go? Is the place she’s going somewhere that I

can’t find out?

Abigail was so preoccupied with the many thoughts in her mind that she still couldn’t figure it out even

after she sat there until the sky turned dark.

I don’t even know how to ask Grandma either. What if she tells me the day she’s about to leave? If I

ask her now, it will be the same as me telling her that I have followed her. It will only make her sad, so I

can’t do