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 was about his grandmother’s remarks

childbirth.

grandmother had mentioned it, Sean had

was

her words to heart… Old people tend

off. “Is it her

pain in her eyes. Quickly, she

papers now.”

me right now,” Sean said, his

released the hand resting by her side. “Let’s go.

to her was quite effective.

her to

here and take care of your grandmother. She

of her, then I’ll head back to the show. Don’t meddle in my work,” Abigail said, her frustration building up inside, her tone

“Abigail…”

with my grandmother on my own. If something like this happens again, I won’t bother you. Is

finished speaking and turned her head to

you?” Sean looked at her in mild

my work,” Abigail

you please,” Sean

busied himself in the kitchen while Abigail, due to Luna’s persistent calls

room, using her tablet to explain the design details

to Luna,

the door open and saw Abigail stashing her tablet back into her bag. She looked disapproving. “You’re hiding in your room, and you

Abigail zipped up her bag

head slightly lowered.

was rolling up his sleeves and stir–frying some vegetables.

it as an excuse to escape. “I’ll go keep your