I Want a Divorce by Abigail Quinn

Chapter 633 The Price of Fate

Abigail sensed that Sean genuinely cared about her. His words today were his way of making amends for what he had done to her. Turning to Lawrence, she said, “Never mind about it. Words that have been spoken cannot be taken back.”

Her main concern now was Seän. Despite not feeling well, he had come to Capitalis with her. Was it finally time to paradigm him?

Lawrence was guilty in his heart as Scarlett continued serving dishes to Abigail and him. This meal moved him deeply because it was prepared by his son-in-law and daughter.

After finishing the meal, Abigail sat next to Sean, furrowing her brows as she looked at him. Only after he had slept for a full two hours did he wake up.

“How are you feeling?” Abigail immediately asked.

Sean felt much better, sitting up and letting out a breath. “I feel much better. I think I was just tired.”

“Let’s eat. I’ll heat the food for you in the kitchen,” Abigail offered.

“Okay.” Sean nodded.

While he ate, Abigail kept her gaze fixed on him. “What’s wrong? You’re making me shy,” Sean said, putting his fork and knife down and looking at her with a puzzled expression.

seen his medical records, she now doubted their authenticity. After all, he was such a strong person that even if something

he assured her. She had

she murmured, “Let’s go to the hospital tomorrow and get a

something might go wrong

rooms here, and my mom has already prepared one for you,” Abigail said in

“oh.” Unfortunately for him, it wasn’t the same room as hers. Early the next morning, Abigail took him to the hospital for a comprehensive examination, and after a busy

looked at Sean’s test results. The doctor’s expression turned serious. “Has

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it was so severe that

“His physical condition is not optimistic, and

do you mean?” Abigail felt as if she had been struck

examination, his organs are slowly deteriorating, and he is also under high stress. If this continues, he will die before he reaches

tightened, and she tightly clenched her clothes with her hands. “Is there no

rest. At most, he can live until his fifties or sixties,” the doctor said, writing her a prescription. “You must continue taking this traditional medicine prescription.

welled up in Abigail’s eyes, and she couldn’t help but ask, “Isn’t there

and he will be fine. Living until his fifties or sixties is already enough. Oh, and remember to keep warm in the winter. His body is not resistant to cold,” the

the prescription, and in her heart, she sneered, Living until his fifties or sixties won’t be enough! She left the doctor’s office and saw Sean talking on