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.

on the human body. Doing so could be fatal,” the traditional medicine practitioner cautioned as he eased Abigail’s pain

acupoints.

now?” Sean asked in

a gentle manner, “She’s not in any

out a sigh of relief. Abigail’s danger

she found herself in Sean’s room. She was a bit groggy and tried to

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the bedside, ordered sternly, keeping

her lower abdomen and found that the pain

excruciating pain at the time made her feel like she was experiencing a medical emergency, and it left

you got some medicine, but where is it?” Sean had already sent someone to inquire, but unfortunately, there were

Palmer with a traditional medicine background, and there was no such place as Great North

be a business

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

something to do with Joan; after all, they shared the same

would only think

and only sharing a last name, how could the

was Sean’s wife.

swear, you really don’t care about

little aggrieved. “Your grandmother was right there. How could I refuse? She’s not in good health, and I didn’t want to upset her. You

the clinic, you could have just refused.” Sean’s voice

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

not only physically exhausted but also emotionally

her about to get out of bed, Sean pushed her back. “Did

eyes, but she made a conscious effort to appear calm. “Sean, I don’t want to see your face right

“Do you

no conscience? I saved you, and you’re directing your grievances at me?” Sean was on the verge of being