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.

doubted their authenticity. After all, he was such a strong person that even if something serious had happened, he wouldn’t easily let others know.

assured

she murmured, “Let’s go to the hospital tomorrow and

afraid that something might go wrong and that Abigail would end

are many empty rooms here, and my mom has already prepared one

wasn’t the same room as hers. Early the next morning, Abigail took him to the hospital for a comprehensive examination, and after a busy morning, she finally

her into the office alone and looked at Sean’s test results. The doctor’s expression turned serious. “Has he suffered a very

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so severe that he almost

physical condition is not optimistic, and it’s likely that he won’t live for long.”

do you mean?” Abigail felt as if she had been struck by

internal damage. Even though he’s recovered now, the damage is done. According to the examination, his organs are slowly deteriorating, and he is also under high stress. If this continues,

tightened, and she tightly clenched her clothes with her

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

welled up in Abigail’s eyes, and she couldn’t help but ask, “Isn’t there a

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