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.

aware of how touchy he was about

childbirth.

since her grandmother had mentioned it, Sean had hardly said

he was upset

words to heart… Old people tend

it her being naggy, or you subtly

fleeting trace of pain in her eyes. Quickly, she replied in a cool tone,

papers now.”

right now,” Sean said, his

side. “Let’s go. We

had recommended to her was quite effective. Abigail planned to buy

her to

here and take care of your grandmother. She has trouble moving around, and she needs you to assist

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

“Abigail…”

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

finished speaking and turned her head to look out

you?” Sean looked

out of my work,” Abigail replied

as you please,” Sean said

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

her tablet to explain the design details to

she finished sending the drawings to Luna, there

tablet back into her bag. She looked disapproving. “You’re hiding in your room, and you don’t even think to help out

Abigail zipped up her bag and stood

head slightly lowered.

sleeves and stir–frying some vegetables. Julie, seeing Abigail