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.

how touchy he was about his grandmother’s remarks

childbirth.

mentioned it, Sean

was upset with

words to heart… Old people tend to be naggy… she

cut her off. “Is it her being naggy, or you

eyes. Quickly, she replied in a cool tone, “Well then,

papers now.”

me right now,” Sean said, his voice

her side. “Let’s go. We should buy groceries

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

her

care of your grandmother. She

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

“Abigail…”

on my own. If something like this happens again, I won’t bother you. Is that clear?”

turned her head to

quite bold, aren’t you?” Sean looked

out of my

Sean said icily,

himself in the kitchen while Abigail, due

room, using her tablet

she finished sending the drawings to Luna, there

and saw Abigail stashing her tablet back into her bag. She looked disapproving. “You’re

look.” Abigail zipped up her

head slightly lowered.

and stir–frying some vegetables.

to escape. “I’ll go