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

childbirth.

had mentioned it, Sean

was

heart… Old people tend to be naggy… she tried

off. “Is it her being

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

papers now.”

with me right now,” Sean said, his

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

effective. Abigail planned to buy a bottle

joined her to

care of your grandmother. She has trouble moving around, and she needs you to

to the show. Don’t meddle in my work,”

“Abigail…”

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

speaking and turned her head

you?” Sean looked at

my work,” Abigail replied

as you please,” Sean said icily,

Sean busied himself in the kitchen while Abigail, due

in her room, using her tablet to explain the

as she finished sending the drawings to

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

up her

head slightly lowered.

his sleeves and stir–frying some

to escape. “I’ll