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.

Although she had seen his medical records, she now doubted their authenticity. After all, he was such a strong person

assured her. She had always been aware of his condition.

“Let’s go to the hospital tomorrow

was also afraid that something might go wrong and that Abigail would end up with

already prepared one for you,” Abigail said in a gentle tone, looking into

him, it wasn’t the same room as hers. Early the next morning, Abigail took him to the hospital for a comprehensive examination, and after a busy morning, she

and looked at Sean’s test results. The doctor’s expression turned serious. “Has he suffered a very serious injury

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that he

and it’s

felt as if she had

done. According to the examination, his organs are slowly deteriorating,

and she tightly clenched her clothes with her hands. “Is there no way to treat this?”

prescription. “You must continue taking this traditional medicine prescription. You can make it into pills, but the effect won’t be

in Abigail’s eyes, and she couldn’t help but ask, “Isn’t there a better

so exercise more, eat better, avoid exertion, and he will be fine. Living until his fifties or sixties is already

sixties won’t be enough! She left the doctor’s office and saw