The Spare Wife

Chapter 226 For The Sake of The Noodles
The two of them bickered all the way, and by the time they returned, the sun was high in the sky. Still, the countryside was
shaded with plenty of trees, making the temperature pleasant.
As Abigail headed for the kitchen, Sean asked Cameron, who had been waiting for their return, “Is the room all set?”
“Yes.” Cameron nodded.
“In that case, you should head back to the city first. Don’t let anyone know where I am. If there’s anything, just text me on
WhatsApp,” Sean whispered.
“Got it.” Cameron obediently nodded again.
When Sean saw Abigail chopping meat in the homestay’s kitchen, he asked, “Are you making. breakfast?”
“Yeah,” she said, a bit puzzled. Was he not here for work? Why did he seem so idle?
The next moment, he rolled up his sleeves, approached her, and asked, “What do you want for breakfast?”
“Spaghetti. What are you doing?” Abigail noticed he was reaching for her knife, so she moved away slightly.
“I’m making you breakfast because it seems you can’t handle a knife safely,” Sean said, swiftly grabbing her wrist and taking the
heavy knife from her grasp. She saw him skillfully chopping the ingredients, so she decided to help by washing the vegetables.
“It’s okay. You can go ahead with your work. I’ll finish and bring your breakfast to your room,” Sean suggested, pausing to look at
her.
“I’ll always make time to cook myself breakfast,” Abigail replied. When she came here, she had already decided that no matter
how busy she was, she would take the time to cook for herself.
Sean sighed. “You’ve cooked with me twice, and I still don’t have a good impression.”
Upon hearing his words, Abigail suddenly felt very embarrassed.
“Fine, do it yourself,” she said, looking irritated, then turned and left.
Sean grinned subtly as he saw her slender figure walk away.

Back in her room, Abigail was having mixed feelings. Even though they were divorced, sometimes, when she saw him around, it
felt like there was not much difference from when they
were married.
The countryside had fewer selections of ingredients than the city, but the freshness made
up
for
1. it.
Sean cooked two bowls of spaghetti with meatballs. He also thoughtfully prepared some parmesan cheese for Abigail.
In Abigail’s room, there was a large table covered with a tablecloth in the middle, and on it lay Lexie’s dress. The dress might not
appear impressive at first glance, but the myriads of materials on the table suggested it was far from simple.
Abigail sat on the single couch, in front of which was a small table where she usually had her meals.
“I went to see your grandmother before I came. She’s recovering well, and she looks energetic,” Sean mentioned to Abigail as he
stood by the window.
She nodded. “Thank you for visiting my grandmother.”
“No need for thanks. It’s the right thing to do,” Sean replied. Abigail’s grandmother was in the hospital because of his
grandmother, so morally and ethically, he should visit her.
Abigail made a soft sound of agreement and said nothing further.
Sean moved closer to her and stood beside her. “I heard from the doctor that your grandmother hasn’t been taking her insulin for
diabetes as prescribed. Did you know about this?”
Previously, Analise had a history of not taking insulin as prescribed. Abigail had repeatedly warned her, yet she didn’t change her
ways.
“Did you ask for details?” Abigail asked.

“I did. The doctor said she’s managing her condition somewhat marginally. When it’s severe, she takes insulin and medication,
but when it’s not, she neglects it,” Sean explained.
Upon hearing this, Abigail wished she could fly back immediately. However, what good would it do now? Whenever her
grandmother was under observation, she briefly adhered to the prescribed regimen, but as soon as no one was looking, she
returned to her old habits.
After a moment, Abigail spoke softly. “I’ll call and talk to her.”
“I have a proposal. Would you like to hear it?” Sean asked.
“No need. I’ll handle it myself,” she replied firmly.
“You’re as stubborn as your grandmother. Even with the condition she is in now, you’re so focused on our personal matters that
you won’t even consider my advice,” Sean replied sternly.
Abigail frowned at him. “My grandmother is in this situation because of your grandmother and
Joan. I can’t afford to have any connection with you.”
“You haven’t even heard my plan, and you’re already assuming it’s related to me?” Sean raised an eyebrow.
“You proposed it yourself, so it’s hard not to link it with you,” Abigail retorted with a hint of
sarcasm.
Sean playfully reached out and pinched her cheek. “Can’t you say something nice? If not for my sake, at least for the sake of this
plate of spaghetti.”
“It’s not like I forced you to cook it. You wanted to cook it yourself,” Abigail replied, swatting away his hand.
“Will you listen?” Sean reached out to poke her cheek again.
“Just go ahead,” Abigail said, feeling like she wanted to bite off his poking fingers.
“Okay. My idea is to find a reliable family doctor for your grandmother. I can help you with the research, and then you can
personally talk to the doctor when you have time,” Scan proposed, gazing at Abigail. He appeared composed on the surface, but

he was actually nervous.
Abigail took a few bites of her spaghetti and pondered momentarily. She actually found this plan entirely satisfactory.
“That could work. But when you’re looking for the doctor, make sure your grandmother and Joan won’t find out, alright?” Abigail
was still somewhat skeptical. She did not want to invite any more trouble from Lina.