I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 633 The Price of Fate 

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.

she asked. 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

this time,” he assured her. She

go to the hospital tomorrow and get

might go

has already prepared one for you,” Abigail said in a gentle tone,

responded with an “oh.” Unfortunately for him, it wasn’t the same room as hers. Early the next morning, Abigail took him to the hospital for

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

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severe that he almost died,” Abigail

not optimistic, and it’s likely that he

do you mean?” Abigail felt as if she had

recovered now, the damage is done. According to the examination, his organs are slowly deteriorating, and he is also under high

heart tightened, and she tightly clenched her clothes with her hands. “Is there no way

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 effect won’t be as good as brewing it yourself.”

she couldn’t help but

better, avoid exertion, and he will be fine. Living until his fifties

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