I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 97 Everyone Will Be Fine

Cornelie could only shrug and say, “Alright, alright. All I know is the last name is Palmer. I have no

idea which Palmer it is. The contact information should be on the packaging of the medicine Abigail brought back. You should go

check.”

“You took her for acupuncture treatment without even knowing the doctor’s name?” Sean’s anger flared, and he hung up the phone after speaking.

Turning back to the hotel room, he found Abigail’s bag. Aside from a tablet, an identification card,

and keys, there was no sign of any medicine.

Sean’s expression turned exceptionally cold.

He sat back down beside Abigail and called Cornelie again.

When Cornelie answered, he calmly asked, “What’s the name of the clinic?”

“It’s called Great North Clinic. How is she? It’s just an acupuncture treatment. Why is she being so delicate?” Cornelie muttered to herself, her words filled with discontent toward Abigail.

Sean gave an acknowledging grunt and hung up the phone again.

He held Abigail’s hand and noticed it was icy cold.

It was fortunate that there was a traditional medicine practitioner here. After a thorough examination and identifying the problem, the doctor pressed a few acupoints to gradually stabilize

her condition.

body. Doing so could be fatal,” the traditional medicine

acupoints.

Sean asked in

gentle manner, “She’s

danger

herself in Sean’s room.

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the bedside,

touched her lower abdomen and found that

pain at the time made her feel like she was experiencing a

grandmother said you got some medicine, but where is it?” Sean

Palmer with a traditional medicine

suspected it might be a business rival’s

away. If you don’t want a child, then I

something to do with Joan; after all, they shared

if she mentioned it to Sean, he would only think she was making baseless

no evidence and only sharing a last name, how could the other

didn’t even know that Abigail was Sean’s

know to refuse? Allowing someone to randomly treat your acupoints like that… I swear, you really don’t care about your life!” Sean couldn’t help but

I refuse? She’s not in good health, and I didn’t want to upset her. You treat my grandmother well,

my grandmother suggested you go to the clinic, you could have just

fault. It was her fault that she couldn’t have children, and it was her fault

physically exhausted but also

to get out of bed, Sean pushed her back. “Did I say you could

made a conscious effort to appear calm. “Sean, I don’t want

“Do you

no conscience? I saved you, and you’re directing your grievances at