I Want a Divorce 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.

him nervously, aware of how touchy

childbirth.

mentioned it, Sean had hardly said a word, only

aware he was

to heart… Old people tend to be naggy… she tried to

her being naggy, or

her eyes. Quickly, she

papers now.”

pick a fight with me right now,” Sean

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

effective. Abigail planned to buy a

joined her

car, Sean’s tone turned cold. “You should stay here and take care of your grandmother. She has trouble

care of her, then I’ll head back to the show. Don’t meddle in my work,”

“Abigail…”

If something like this happens again, I won’t bother you. Is that clear?” Abigail cut off

turned her head to look

quite bold, aren’t you?” Sean

out of my work,” Abigail

Sean said icily,

lunch, Sean busied himself in the kitchen while Abigail, due

in her room, using her tablet

finished sending the drawings to Luna, there was a

saw Abigail stashing her tablet back into her bag. She

take a look.” Abigail zipped up her bag

head slightly lowered.

rolling up his sleeves and stir–frying some