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.

acupuncture points on the human body. Doing so could be fatal,” the traditional medicine practitioner cautioned as he eased Abigail’s pain by applying pressure to

acupoints.

is she now?” Sean asked in a subdued

gentle manner,

Abigail’s danger had come

Sean’s room. She was a bit

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down,” Sean, sitting by the bedside,

and found that the

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

what the person looked like? My grandmother said you got some medicine, but where is it?” Sean had already sent someone to inquire, but unfortunately,

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

it might be a business rival’s

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

had something to do with Joan; after all, they

it to Sean, he would

name, how could the other person actually be from

know that Abigail was Sean’s

acupoints like that… I swear, you really don’t care about your life!” Sean

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

you go to the clinic, you could have just

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

physically exhausted but also emotionally

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

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

“Do you

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