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.

approached him nervously, aware of how touchy he was

childbirth.

Sean had hardly said

aware he was upset

take her words to heart… Old people tend to be naggy… she tried to

her off. “Is it her being naggy, or you

her eyes. Quickly, she replied

papers now.”

with me right now,” Sean

side. “Let’s go. We should

effective.

her

take care of

her, then I’ll head back to the show. Don’t meddle in my work,” Abigail said, her frustration

“Abigail…”

I’ll handle things here with my grandmother on my own. If something like this happens

turned her head to

Sean looked at her in mild

my work,” Abigail replied

as you please,” Sean

busied himself in the kitchen while Abigail, due to Luna’s persistent

in her room, using her tablet

as she finished sending the drawings to Luna, there

tablet back into her bag. She looked disapproving. “You’re hiding

up her bag and stood up,

head slightly lowered.

was rolling up his sleeves and stir–frying some vegetables. Julie, seeing Abigail come