The Spare Wife by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 633 The Price of Fate

Abigail sensed that Sean genuinely cared about her. His words today were his way of making amends for what he had done to her. Turning to Lawrence, she said, “Never mind about it. Words that have been spoken cannot be taken back.”

Her main concern now was Seän. Despite not feeling well, he had come to Capitalis with her. Was it finally time to paradigm him?

Lawrence was guilty in his heart as Scarlett continued serving dishes to Abigail and him. This meal moved him deeply because it was prepared by his son-in-law and daughter.

After finishing the meal, Abigail sat next to Sean, furrowing her brows as she looked at him. Only after he had slept for a full two hours did he wake up.

“How are you feeling?” Abigail immediately asked.

Sean felt much better, sitting up and letting out a breath. “I feel much better. I think I was just tired.”

“Let’s eat. I’ll heat the food for you in the kitchen,” Abigail offered.

“Okay.” Sean nodded.

While he ate, Abigail kept her gaze fixed on him. “What’s wrong? You’re making me shy,” Sean said, putting his fork and knife down and looking at her with a puzzled expression.

doubted their authenticity. After all, he was such a strong person that even if something serious had happened, he wouldn’t easily

you this time,” he assured her. She had always been aware of

“Let’s go to the hospital tomorrow and get a check-up.”

go wrong and that

are many empty rooms here, and my mom has already prepared one for you,” Abigail

responded with an “oh.” Unfortunately for him, it wasn’t the same room as hers. Early the next morning, Abigail took him to the hospital for a comprehensive examination,

called her into the office alone and looked at Sean’s test results. The doctor’s expression turned serious.

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so severe that he

and it’s likely that he won’t live for long.”

Abigail felt as if she had been

recovered now, the damage is done. According to the examination, his organs are slowly deteriorating, and he is also under high stress. If

tightened, and she tightly clenched her clothes with her hands. “Is there no

rest. At most, he can live until his fifties or sixties,” the doctor said, writing her a prescription. “You must continue taking this traditional medicine prescription. You can make it into pills, but the effect won’t be as good as

eyes, and she couldn’t help

be fine. Living until his fifties or sixties

in her heart, she sneered, Living until his fifties or sixties won’t be enough! She