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.

touchy he was about his

childbirth.

it, Sean had hardly said a word,

aware he was upset with her

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

“Is it her being naggy,

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

papers now.”

with me right

the hand resting by her side. “Let’s go. We should buy groceries first. I

was quite effective. Abigail planned to buy a bottle for her

joined her to go

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

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

“Abigail…”

my job. I’ll handle things here with my grandmother on my own. If something like this happens again, I won’t bother you. Is that

turned her head to

quite bold, aren’t you?” Sean looked at her in

out of my work,”

Sean said

the kitchen while

tablet to explain the

to Luna, there was a knock on

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

a look.” Abigail zipped up her bag and stood

head slightly lowered.

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