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.

she now?” Sean asked in a subdued

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

out a sigh of relief. Abigail’s danger

Abigail woke up, she found herself in Sean’s room. She was a bit groggy and tried to

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Lie down,” Sean, sitting by the bedside, ordered sternly, keeping

gently touched her lower abdomen and found that

time made her feel like she was

got some medicine, but where is it?” Sean

was no such doctor with the last name Palmer with a traditional medicine background, and

might be

wore glasses with gold rims… As for the medicine, I threw it away. If you don’t want a child, then I don’t want to take it,” Abigail replied honestly. Her

to do with Joan; after

Sean, he would only think she was making

evidence and only sharing a last name, how could the other

that Abigail was

acupoints like that… I swear, you really don’t care about your life!”

was right there. How could I refuse? She’s not in good health, and I didn’t want to upset her. You treat my

the clinic,

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

only physically exhausted

to get out of bed, Sean pushed her back. “Did I say you could get up? Lie back

eyes, but she made a conscious effort to appear calm. “Sean,