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.

of how touchy he was about his grandmother’s remarks

childbirth.

it, Sean had hardly said a word,

was upset

take her words to heart… Old people tend to be naggy…

her off. “Is it her being

trace of pain in her eyes. Quickly, she replied

papers now.”

pick a fight with me right now,” Sean said, his

and then released the hand resting by her side. “Let’s go. We should buy groceries first. I also need to get a

effective. Abigail

joined her to go

take care of your grandmother. She has trouble moving

care of her, then I’ll head back to the show. Don’t meddle in my work,” Abigail said,

“Abigail…”

yourself with my job. I’ll handle things here with my grandmother on my own. If something

and turned her head to look out

aren’t you?” Sean looked at

of my

please,” Sean said icily,

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

her room, using her tablet to explain the design

the drawings to Luna, there was a

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

a look.” Abigail zipped up her bag

head slightly lowered.

and stir–frying some vegetables. Julie, seeing Abigail

to