Diary of Fragile Heart (Spin of Loving You Too Long)

“Yes, Grandma?” Abigail responded in a flat tone. “What’s wrong with what I said? You’re the one who said you want grandchildren, but when I discuss it, I’m still blamed. Why, Grandma? Do you only want grandchildren born from Aunt Phoebe? Don’t you want grandchildren from Flavia?” Abigail asked in a sharp tone, making Julie have to pinch her under the table. “Ouch, Grandma. That hurts.”

“You need to watch your mouth. Stop hurting people with your words,” Julie muttered angrily. Abigail was equally annoyed; she rubbed her leg which felt hot from her grandmother’s pinch.

“I learn from the expert,” Abigail replied, causing her grandmother to raise an eyebrow. “Besides, I’m better off because I only need to watch my mouth. Meanwhile, your chosen daughter-in-law, not only does she need to watch her mouth, but she has to watch everything.” She replied irritably.

“What do you mean?” Penelope and Julie asked simultaneously.

“Earlier, you told me to watch my mouth, and now you’re telling me to speak. So what should I do? Shut up or speak?” Abigail grumbled nonchalantly as she continued to spoon food into her mouth, ignoring the annoyed expressions of the older women.

“Abigail!” Julie growled softly once again.

“Just wait a moment, Grandma. I’m really hungry. I’ll talk after I finish eating,” she said with her mouth full. She then quickly finished her meal. Flipping her spoon and fork onto the empty plate, she pushed them to the center and folded her hands on the table. Just like an elementary school student ready to go home when the class is over. “So, what do you want to know?”

“Why did you say Phoebe has to watch everything? What’s wrong with her? What does she have to watch?” Julie asked directly.

“The person you’re questioning is right there, just ask her directly.”

“You started the conversation, Abby. You also have to finish it,” Julie reprimanded again. Meanwhile, at the same time, Phoebe seemed silent, wondering what Abigail was about to say.

“Okay. First of all, Aunt Phoebe, may I ask something?” Abigail focused her attention on Phoebe.

“What do you want to ask?” Phoebe’s forehead wrinkled.

“Who is Gisel’s biological father?” she inquired.

“Why are you bringing up Gisel’s name?” Julie was confused by Abigail’s conversation.

“Grandma, please be quiet. If you keep talking, I won’t say anything else,” Abigail reprimanded her grandmother before turning her attention back to Phoebe. “So, who is her biological father?”

“Of course, she’s the child of my ex-husband!” Penelope replied coldly.

“Yes, of course Gisel is the child of my ex-husband. But the question is, which husband?”

“What do you mean?” Julie interrupted again. “Of course, from her ex-husband from before. How many husbands does she have?”

Abigail glanced back at Julie with one raised eyebrow. “Don’t you know?” she asked ambiguously. Julie’s forehead furrowed even deeper.

“What do you mean?”

Abigail rolled her eyes dramatically. “I thought you paired her with Uncle Gladwin after knowing everything about her,” she said with a snort. “But it’s okay, if you don’t know, I’ll tell you.” She grinned at her two guests, who looked at her with tense expressions. “Alright, where should we start?” Abigail furrowed her brow as if thinking. “What I know is, Aunty Phoebe wants to be the second wife because to her, Uncle Gladwin is currently her second husband too.” Her gaze shifted to Phoebe and Penelope. Both women instantly appeared tense and pale.

“What do you mean?! You’re slandering my daughter?!” Penelope yelled angrily.

“Abby! What do you mean by your words?”

“I mean, Aunt Phoebe is practicing polyandry,” Abigail stated flatly. “And I’m not talking nonsense, Grandma. That’s the truth.” Abigail glanced at Penelope and Phoebe alternately.

“That’s not true, right?” Julie looked at Penelope with worried eyes.

“Of course, that’s impossible. How could a respectable woman like my daughter do such a crazy thing?!”

Abigail sneered. “Respectable women don’t choose to steal someone else’s husband. Being a mistress is one thing, but having two husbands?”

“Abby?”

“Yes, Grandma?”

“You’re not saying all this because you want to tarnish Phoebe in front of me, right?”

Abigail snorted. “Think carefully, Grandma. If I wanted to tarnish her, I should be talking behind her back, not in front of her. Isn’t that right, Uncle?” Abigail looked at her uncle as if seeking support. Gladwin, who had been leaning back in his chair the whole time, just nodded casually. “See, even your son agrees with my thoughts. So, do you admit that you have two husbands? Or do you actually have more than just two husbands?” She asked with a mocking smile. “Isn’t it true that Aunt Phoebe has two husbands? Or maybe even more than that?”

“And, Grandma, your close friend, the mother of your chosen daughter-in-law, apparently knows this fact but she intentionally hides it. Why? To gain my uncle’s wealth?” She questioned, staring sharply at Penelope. “It’s all in vain because my uncle has already transferred all his wealth to Flavia, his rightful wife.”

“I married Gladwin not because of wealth!” Phoebe exclaimed.

“In that case, because of what? Love? I know it’s all just nonsense. If you truly love my uncle, then who is Deryl? Why are you still in contact with him? Clearly, your relationship is not just an ordinary affair.” Abigail’s words clearly made Phoebe and Penelope pale. Their bodies froze instantly.

“Who is Deryl?” Julie asked again.

“He’s nobody,” Penelope replied curtly. “He’s just a subordinate of my husband who’s infatuated with Phoebe. He’s an insolent and ungrateful employee,” Penelope answered.

Abigail smiled. “Wow, Aunt’s mom is really amazing, huh? If she were a director, she would have won many awards for her films.” Abigail taunted. “Then what about the fact that she went with that man to a hotel when Uncle and Aunty suddenly disappeared three months ago? And before that, even before Uncle and Aunty got married?” Abigail asked.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Don’t mess around, you. This could be considered defamation. I know you don’t like Phoebe, but that doesn’t mean you can smear her like this,” Penelope said sarcastically. She rose from her seat and grabbed her bag before asking Phoebe to get up. “We’d better leave. I don’t want my daughter to be slandered by others,” she said sarcastically.

Abigail smiled, leaning back in her chair and staring at the woman with fiery lips with a sharp gaze. “Is Aunt’s mom really sure she doesn’t want to know everything I know?” Abigail asked coldly. Julie Hampton looked at her granddaughter.

“What’s this all about, Abby? Don’t beat around the bush; you’re confusing me,” her grandmother commanded.