The Spare Wife 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.

human body. Doing so could be fatal,” the traditional medicine practitioner cautioned as

acupoints.

Sean asked

in a gentle manner,

relief. Abigail’s danger had come suddenly, and

up, she found herself in Sean’s room. She was a bit groggy and

86%

down,” Sean, sitting by the bedside,

abdomen and found that

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,

the last name Palmer with a traditional medicine background, and there

it might be

it away. If you don’t want a child, then I don’t want to take it,” Abigail replied honestly. Her face was

wondered if it had something to do with Joan; after all, they

Sean, he would

a last name, how could the other person actually be

know that Abigail was Sean’s wife. The suspicion seemed even

you really don’t care about your

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

my grandmother suggested you go to the clinic, you

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

physically

bed, Sean pushed her back. “Did I say you

effort to appear calm. “Sean,

“Do you

I saved you, and you’re directing your grievances at me?” Sean was on the verge