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 he

childbirth.

Sean had hardly said

he was upset with her

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

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

fleeting trace of pain in her eyes. Quickly, she

papers now.”

right now,” Sean said, his

by her side. “Let’s go. We should buy groceries first.

medicine Victor had recommended to her was quite effective. Abigail planned

joined her

and take care of your grandmother. She has trouble moving

Don’t meddle in my work,” Abigail said, her frustration building up inside, her tone

“Abigail…”

here with my grandmother on my own. If something like this happens again,

turned her head to look out

Sean looked at

out of my work,” Abigail replied

you please,” Sean said

himself in the kitchen while Abigail,

her tablet to explain the design details

sending the drawings to Luna, there was a

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

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

head slightly lowered.

stir–frying some vegetables. Julie, seeing Abigail