I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Abigail sensed that Sean genuinely cared about her. His words today were his way of making amends for what he had done to her. Turning to Lawrence, she said, “Never mind about it. Words that have been spoken cannot be taken back.”

Her main concern now was Seän. Despite not feeling well, he had come to Capitalis with her. Was it finally time to paradigm him?

Lawrence was guilty in his heart as Scarlett continued serving dishes to Abigail and him. This meal moved him deeply because it was prepared by his son-in-law and daughter.

After finishing the meal, Abigail sat next to Sean, furrowing her brows as she looked at him. Only after he had slept for a full two hours did he wake up.

“How are you feeling?” Abigail immediately asked.

Sean felt much better, sitting up and letting out a breath. “I feel much better. I think I was just tired.”

“Let’s eat. I’ll heat the food for you in the kitchen,” Abigail offered.

“Okay.” Sean nodded.

While he ate, Abigail kept her gaze fixed on him. “What’s wrong? You’re making me shy,” Sean said, putting his fork and knife down and looking at her with a puzzled expression.

Although she had seen his medical records, she now doubted their authenticity. After all, he was such a strong person that even if something serious had happened, he wouldn’t easily let others

you this time,” he assured her. She had always been aware of his

“Let’s go to the hospital

also afraid that something might go wrong and that Abigail would

empty rooms here, and my mom has already prepared one for you,” Abigail said in a gentle tone, looking into

Unfortunately for him, it wasn’t the same room as hers. Early the next morning, Abigail

looked at Sean’s test results. The doctor’s expression turned serious. “Has he suffered a very

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was so severe that he almost died,” Abigail

optimistic, and it’s likely

felt as if she had been struck

his organs are slowly deteriorating, and he

she tightly clenched her clothes with

most, he can live until his fifties or sixties,” the doctor said, writing her a prescription. “You must continue taking this traditional medicine prescription. You can make it into pills, but the

eyes, and she couldn’t help but ask, “Isn’t there a better

is irreversible. He is still young now, so exercise more, eat better, avoid exertion, and he will be fine. Living until his fifties or sixties is already enough. Oh, and remember to keep warm in the winter. His body is not resistant to cold,” the doctor advised and handed the prescription