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.

his medical records, she now doubted their authenticity. After all, he was such a strong

assured her. She had always been aware

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

that something might go wrong

many empty rooms here, and my mom has already

responded with an “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

called her into the office alone and looked at Sean’s test results. The doctor’s expression turned serious. “Has he suffered

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so severe that he almost died,”

doctor nodded. “His physical condition is not optimistic, and it’s likely that he won’t live for

mean?” Abigail felt as if she had

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

with her

his fifties or sixties,” the doctor said, writing her a prescription. “You must continue taking this traditional medicine prescription. You can make it into pills, but the effect won’t be as good

and she couldn’t help but

internal organs are slowly failing, and this is irreversible. He is still young now, so exercise more, eat better, avoid exertion, 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

enough!