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 was

childbirth.

Sean had hardly said a word,

was upset

to heart… Old people tend to be naggy… she

it her being naggy, or you subtly hinting at

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

papers now.”

me right now,”

tightly clenched and then released the hand resting by her side. “Let’s go. We should buy groceries first. I also need to get a

recommended to her was quite effective. Abigail planned

joined her to

tone turned cold. “You should stay here and take care of your grandmother. She has trouble moving around, and

back to the show. Don’t meddle in my work,” Abigail said, her frustration building up inside, her tone less

“Abigail…”

If

finished speaking and turned her head to

aren’t you?” Sean

out of my work,” Abigail

please,” Sean said icily,

himself in the kitchen while

her room, using her tablet

finished sending the drawings to

bag. She looked disapproving.

I’ll go take a look.” Abigail zipped up her bag and stood up, heading to the kitchen

head slightly lowered.

up his sleeves and stir–frying some vegetables.