The Spare Wife by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 294 Does Mr Graham Know?

Alfie received a phone call during their meal. He immediately dropped his sycophantic demeanor and

furrowed his brows. His whole presence became assertive and was impossible to ignore.

Abigail thought to herself that this guy looked quite intimidating when he got serious.

“Are you sure it’s related to the Pearsons? All right. I’m having a meal with Ms. Quinn-” He hadn’t. even

finished his sentence when Abigail snatched his phone away from him.

“We’re done eating. Send us the address, and we’ll come right away,” she said before ending the call

and handing the phone back to Alfie, who looked somewhat resigned.

Then, he took his phone and said, “This meal was quite expensive. Please consider my wallet and also

the feelings of the uneaten food. They will feel unappreciated.”

“We’ll come again next time, and it’ll be my treat. My grandmother is more important,” she replied

firmly.

Alfie stood up while muttering, “Mr. Graham wouldn’t want you to handle things on an empty stomach,

but you’re the biggest…”

Abigail didn’t pay attention to his quiet muttering. Instead, she took her bag and vacated the premises.

Not long after they got in the car, Abigail received a strange

call.

Alfie was sitting beside her as he watched her hesitate as to whether she should answer. He playfully

extended his hand and pressed the answer button for her.

She was shocked by his behavior. When she snapped back to her senses, she wished she could

punch him.

Alas, he simply acted in a goofy manner and motioned for her to answer despite being the recipient of

her ferocious glare.

Abigail reluctantly pressed the speaker button. Meanwhile, Alfie didn’t hesitate to lean closer and

eavesdrop on the conversation.

“Is this Ms. Quinn?” the person on the other end of the line asked.

“Yes. Who are you?” Abigail replied coldly.

“I’m a staff member at the train station. The owner of this phone has fainted in the train station

restroom. We found your contact information in her phone. Can you please come to the station to

accompany her to the hospital if it’s convenient for you?”

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Abigail hesitated while looking at Alfie.

He found the situation incredibly perplexing…

So, he took out his phone and made a call.

After she hung up, she stared at him without saying anything.

Alfie’s call got through, and he asked with a sardonic smile playing on his lips, “Are you guys playing a

prank on me? Ms. Quinn received a call from the train station staff saying her grandmother was there.

Did you guys leave your brain in the trash while you’re on the job?”

Abigail leaned closer to eavesdrop.

“We searched the Pearsons’ premises and didn’t find Abigail’s grandmother. Boss, you should bring

her to the train station and check things out a young man answered.

“Do you even know how to do your damn job?!” Alfie snapped and told the driver to head to the train

station.

“It’s not that your people can’t get the job done. It’s that they know your people will be going there. So,

they moved her before you could trace things back to them.” Abigail comforted him.

Alfie licked his lips and said with a sly grin, “This time, it was Pearsons’ distant branch that was the

mastermind behind the kidnapping of Old Mrs. Quinn. They assumed that since Mr. Graham. wasn’t a

local, he wouldn’t dare to confront them. They’re quite an audacious bunch. Unfortunately, they don’t

know that Mr. Graham is way worse. Honestly, he wouldn’t bat an eye even if you asked him to fight a

deity.”

Abigail was curious. “Does Mr. Graham know what you think of him?”

“Of course, he doesn’t. I’m just a small fry he assigned here. He doesn’t care about my thoughts,” Alfie

replied confidently.

Still, she couldn’t help but think that he sure seemed to be enjoying himself working as a small fry and

ridiculing his boss.

After the brief banter, all of her thoughts were focused on her grandmother.

Abigail and Alfie soon arrived at the train station and followed the instructions of the station’s staff to

the waiting room.

Analise was sitting in the waiting room and drinking water. When she saw Abigail rush in, she froze for

a moment and then scolded her sternly, “What’s the matter with you? Didn’t I tell you to stay at

home?!”.

“I was worried about you. Also, don’t you dare start with me! You came to Capitalis without telling me!

How could I stay home and not worry about you?! Besides, I wouldn’t stop you from visning

Capitalis. So, why did you have to keep it from me?!” Abigail shouted. After a while, her voice started to

take on a tremulous quality.

Analise had always been a tender-hearted woman. So, when she saw Abigail shaking from her

emotions as tears welled up in her eyes, she sighed helplessly and replied wearily, “I just wanted to

visit an old friend. What’s there to worry about?”

However, Abigail couldn’t stop herself from rushing over and giving her a tight hug. “But you rarely

leave the Quinn Village…”

“Oh, look at you. You’re already an adult, and yet you are crying like a child. You’re making at spectacle

of yourself.” Analise patted her back gently.

Abigail only tightened her embrace around Analise as she muttered petulantly, “I haven’t been able to

sleep or eat properly these past two days, and I had no idea where you were-

“You know that I will leave you one day. You need to get used to it,” Analise said dotingly as she gently

pried herself away from the koala monster that was Abigail.

‘She isn’t in good health. You need to make sure she doesn’t go around under such scorching heat.

Otherwise, it could be troublesome if she suffers from heatstroke.” The station staff took the opportunity

to advise Abigail after their emotional encounter.

“Okay. I understand,” Abigail answered while holding Analise’s hand; her eyelashes were still glistening

with tears.

“Let’s go, Ms. Quinn. You have been busy all day and haven’t had lunch yet. Why don’t you have lunch

together with Old Mrs. Quinn?” Alfie kindly suggested.

“Okay.” Analise agreed as she supported herself with the chair. “I’m still quite healthy despite my age.

There’s really no need to treat me like a child.

Abigail squeezed her hand lightly and said, “I’m just worried about you. Don’t you worry whenever I’m

away?”

“Hmph. Worry? Why should I worry? Have you ever seen me stopping you from running yourself

ragged?” Analise retorted.

Sometimes, it was truly challenging to communicate with the elderly.

Abigail didn’t want to argue with her. Plus, she was overcome by relief, knowing that Analise was

fine.