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.

how touchy he was about

childbirth.

mentioned it, Sean had hardly said

was upset with

people tend to

“Is it her being naggy,

trace of pain in her eyes. Quickly, she replied in a cool tone, “Well then, let’s go get

papers now.”

fight with me right now,”

her side. “Let’s go. We should buy groceries first. I also need to get a

to her was quite effective. Abigail planned to

her to go

tone turned cold. “You should stay here and take care

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

“Abigail…”

things here with my grandmother on my own. If something

speaking and turned her head

quite bold, aren’t you?” Sean

out of my work,” Abigail

please,” Sean said icily,

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

tablet to explain

as she finished sending the drawings to Luna, there was a knock

the door open and saw Abigail stashing her tablet back into her bag. She looked

I’ll go take a look.” Abigail zipped up her bag and stood

head slightly lowered.

and stir–frying