The Spare Wife

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.

approached him nervously, aware of how touchy he

childbirth.

mentioned it, Sean had hardly

he was

people tend

“Is it her being naggy, or you subtly

her eyes. Quickly, she replied in a cool tone, “Well then, let’s go get

papers now.”

fight with me right now,” Sean said, his voice

by her side. “Let’s go. We should buy groceries first. I also need to

Victor had recommended to her was quite effective. Abigail planned to buy a bottle for

her to

car, Sean’s tone turned cold. “You should stay here and take care of your grandmother. She

the show. Don’t meddle in my

“Abigail…”

job. I’ll handle things here with my grandmother on my own. If something like this happens again, I

her head

aren’t you?” Sean looked at her in

my work,”

you please,” Sean said icily,

the kitchen while Abigail, due to Luna’s persistent calls for

in her room, using her tablet to

finished sending the drawings to

into her bag. She looked disapproving. “You’re hiding in your room, and

Abigail zipped up her bag

head slightly lowered.

his sleeves and stir–frying some vegetables. Julie, seeing Abigail

as an excuse to escape. “I’ll go