I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 97 Everyone Will Be Fine

Cornelie could only shrug and say, “Alright, alright. All I know is the last name is Palmer. I have no

idea which Palmer it is. The contact information should be on the packaging of the medicine Abigail brought back. You should go

check.”

“You took her for acupuncture treatment without even knowing the doctor’s name?” Sean’s anger flared, and he hung up the phone after speaking.

Turning back to the hotel room, he found Abigail’s bag. Aside from a tablet, an identification card,

and keys, there was no sign of any medicine.

Sean’s expression turned exceptionally cold.

He sat back down beside Abigail and called Cornelie again.

When Cornelie answered, he calmly asked, “What’s the name of the clinic?”

“It’s called Great North Clinic. How is she? It’s just an acupuncture treatment. Why is she being so delicate?” Cornelie muttered to herself, her words filled with discontent toward Abigail.

Sean gave an acknowledging grunt and hung up the phone again.

He held Abigail’s hand and noticed it was icy cold.

It was fortunate that there was a traditional medicine practitioner here. After a thorough examination and identifying the problem, the doctor pressed a few acupoints to gradually stabilize

her condition.

fatal,” the traditional medicine practitioner cautioned as he eased

acupoints.

is she now?” Sean asked in

manner, “She’s not in any major

let out a sigh of relief. Abigail’s danger had come suddenly, and

woke up, she found herself in Sean’s room. She was a bit

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sitting by the bedside, ordered sternly, keeping

gently touched her lower abdomen and found

feel like she was

like? My grandmother said you got some medicine, but where is it?” Sean had already sent someone to inquire, but

last name Palmer with a traditional medicine background, and there was no such

might be a business rival’s

threw it away. If you don’t want a child, then I don’t want to take it,” Abigail replied honestly.

do with Joan; after

would only think

and only sharing a last name, how could the other

that Abigail was

don’t care about your life!” Sean couldn’t help but be angry when he thought

grandmother was right there. How could I refuse? She’s not in good health, and I didn’t

go to the clinic, you could have just refused.” Sean’s voice

fault. It was her fault that she couldn’t have children, and it was her fault for

physically exhausted but

to get out of bed, Sean pushed her back. “Did I say you could get up?