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.

Doing so could be fatal,” the traditional medicine practitioner cautioned as he eased

acupoints.

she now?” Sean asked in

a gentle manner, “She’s not in any major danger

out a sigh of relief. Abigail’s danger had come

she found herself in Sean’s room. She was a

86%

Lie down,” Sean, sitting by the bedside, ordered

and found that

feel like she was experiencing a medical emergency, and it

medicine, but where is it?” Sean had already sent someone to inquire, but unfortunately,

last name Palmer with a traditional medicine background, and there was no such place as

might be

and wore glasses with gold rims… As for the medicine, I threw it away. If you don’t want a child, then I don’t want to take it,” Abigail replied honestly. Her face was still

to do with Joan; after all, they shared

he would only think she

evidence and only sharing a last name, how could the

didn’t even know that Abigail was Sean’s

you really don’t care about your life!” Sean couldn’t help but be angry

health, and I didn’t want to upset her. You treat my grandmother well, so I comply with your grandmother’s wishes.

clinic, you

It was her fault that she couldn’t

was not only physically exhausted but also

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

appear calm. “Sean,

“Do you

your grievances at me?”