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.

could be fatal,” the traditional medicine practitioner cautioned as

acupoints.

now?” Sean

replied in a gentle manner,

relief. Abigail’s danger had come suddenly, and

herself in Sean’s room. She was

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the bedside,

gently touched her lower abdomen and found

her feel like she was experiencing a medical emergency, and it left her consciousness

the person looked like? My grandmother said you got some medicine, but where is

doctor with the last name Palmer with a traditional medicine background,

suspected it might be a business rival’s

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

it had something to do with Joan; after all,

would only think she was making baseless accusations

how could the

didn’t even know that Abigail was Sean’s wife.

swear, you really don’t care about your life!” Sean couldn’t help but be

aggrieved. “Your grandmother was right there. How could I refuse? She’s not in good health, and I didn’t want to

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

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

was not only physically exhausted

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

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