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.

touchy

childbirth.

it, Sean had hardly

was

heart… Old people tend to

it her being naggy, or you subtly hinting at

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

papers now.”

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 get a

her was quite effective. Abigail planned to buy

joined her to

and take care of

back to the show. Don’t meddle in my work,” Abigail said, her frustration building up

“Abigail…”

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

finished speaking and turned her head

bold, aren’t you?” Sean looked at her in

of my

Sean said icily, falling

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

her room, using her tablet to explain the design details to

drawings to Luna, there was

bag. She looked disapproving. “You’re

a look.” Abigail zipped up her bag and

head slightly lowered.

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

excuse to escape.