The Spare Wife by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 93 Nagging About Pregnancy

Abigail felt like she was just an extra.

Analise watched the young couple with a pleased smile. “You two aren’t getting any younger. When are you going to have a child?” she suddenly asked Abigail and Sean during breakfast.”

Abigail knew Sean hated being pressured about having a child, and she didn’t want him to misunderstand. She quickly replied, “We’re considering it. My health might not be the best, so I haven’t conceived yet. We’re trying, though.”

Sean remained silent, his face tense.

Analise nodded gently. “A woman’s chances of conceiving decrease after twenty–eight, and it gets even riskier after thirty. I’ll find you a traditional doctor. You should try some herbal remedies.”

In reality, Sean’s grandmother had already tried all of this.

Every time Sean received medicine, he would discreetly dispose of it and not give it to Abigail.

Abigail nodded and muttered in agreement, but she couldn’t help stealing glances at Sean.

After finishing breakfast, Sean drove Abigail and Analise back home.

Julie was already waiting for them at home.

Sean and Abigail helped the elderly woman into her room, with Julie following behind.

“Julie, please take care of my grandmother. I’m going out to buy some medicine for her foot injury, and I’ll grab some groceries too.” Abigail stood at the doorway, looking a bit anxious at Sean, who had gone out.

“Go ahead,” Analise said, still smiling.

Abigail hurried out the door and saw Sean waiting for her at the staircase.

touchy he was about his grandmother’s remarks

childbirth.

had mentioned it, Sean had hardly said a word, only occasionally

aware he was

tend

it her being naggy, or you

of pain in her eyes. Quickly, she replied

papers now.”

pick a fight with me right now,” Sean

tightly clenched and then released the hand resting by her side. “Let’s go. We should buy groceries first.

medicine Victor had recommended to her was quite effective. Abigail

joined her to go

stay here and take care of your grandmother. She has trouble moving around, and

show. Don’t meddle in my work,” Abigail said, her frustration building up inside, her tone less

“Abigail…”

my grandmother on my own. If something like this happens again, I won’t bother you. Is that clear?”

finished speaking and turned her head to look out

bold, aren’t you?” Sean

my work,” Abigail

Sean said

in the kitchen while Abigail, due to

tablet

sending the drawings to Luna, there was a

the door open and saw Abigail stashing her tablet back into her bag. She looked disapproving. “You’re hiding in your room, and you don’t even think to help out

up her bag

head slightly lowered.

and stir–frying some vegetables. Julie, seeing Abigail

an excuse to escape. “I’ll go

small hum in acknowledgment