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.

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

acupoints.

she now?” Sean asked in a

manner,

danger had come suddenly, and her recovery was equally

woke up, she found herself in Sean’s room. She

86%

Lie down,” Sean, sitting by the

lower abdomen and found that the

pain at the time made her feel like she

grandmother said you got some medicine, but where is it?” Sean had already

last name Palmer with a traditional medicine background, and there was no such place as

suspected it might be a

rims… As for the medicine, I threw it away. If you don’t want a child, then

it had something to do with Joan; after all, they shared the same last name,

Sean, he would

sharing a last name, how could the other person actually be from

that Abigail was Sean’s wife. The suspicion

to randomly treat your acupoints like that… I swear, you really don’t care about your life!” Sean couldn’t help but be angry when he thought about how close

I refuse? She’s not in good health, and I didn’t

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

that she couldn’t have children, and it was her fault for not refusing

only physically exhausted but

out of bed, Sean pushed her back. “Did I say

conscious effort to appear calm.