The Spare Wife

Chapter 97 Everyone Will Be Fine

Cornelie could only shrug and say, “Alright, alright. All I know is the last name is Palmer. I have no

idea which Palmer it is. The contact information should be on the packaging of the medicine Abigail brought back. You should go

check.”

“You took her for acupuncture treatment without even knowing the doctor’s name?” Sean’s anger flared, and he hung up the phone after speaking.

Turning back to the hotel room, he found Abigail’s bag. Aside from a tablet, an identification card,

and keys, there was no sign of any medicine.

Sean’s expression turned exceptionally cold.

He sat back down beside Abigail and called Cornelie again.

When Cornelie answered, he calmly asked, “What’s the name of the clinic?”

“It’s called Great North Clinic. How is she? It’s just an acupuncture treatment. Why is she being so delicate?” Cornelie muttered to herself, her words filled with discontent toward Abigail.

Sean gave an acknowledging grunt and hung up the phone again.

He held Abigail’s hand and noticed it was icy cold.

It was fortunate that there was a traditional medicine practitioner here. After a thorough examination and identifying the problem, the doctor pressed a few acupoints to gradually stabilize

her condition.

on the human body. Doing so could be fatal,” the traditional medicine practitioner cautioned as he eased

acupoints.

now?” Sean asked in a subdued

replied in a gentle manner, “She’s not in any major

out a sigh of relief. Abigail’s danger

Sean’s room. She was a bit

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move. Lie down,” Sean, sitting by the bedside, ordered sternly, keeping an eye

lower abdomen and found that

pain at the time made her feel like she

person looked like? My grandmother said you got some medicine, but where is it?” Sean had already sent someone to

Palmer with a traditional medicine

be a

threw it away. If you don’t want a child, then I don’t want to take it,” Abigail replied honestly. Her face was still pale, and her lips

something to do with Joan; after all, they

Sean, he would only think she was

only sharing a last name, how could

was Sean’s wife.

someone to randomly treat your acupoints like that… I swear, you really don’t care

not in good health, and I didn’t want to upset

you go to the clinic, you could have just refused.” Sean’s voice was

all her fault. It was her fault that she couldn’t have children, and it was

physically exhausted but also emotionally

pushed her back. “Did I

conscious effort to appear calm. “Sean, I don’t