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.

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

acupoints.

she 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 had come suddenly, and her recovery

she found herself in Sean’s room. She was a bit groggy and tried

86%

Sean, sitting by the bedside, ordered sternly, keeping an eye

her lower abdomen and found that the

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

but where is

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

might be a

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

to do with Joan;

mentioned it to Sean, he would only think she

evidence and only sharing a last name, how could the other person actually be from Joan’s

that Abigail was

acupuncture, didn’t you know to refuse? Allowing someone 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

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

you go to the clinic, you could

all her fault. It was her fault that she couldn’t

only physically exhausted but

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

Abigail’s eyes, but she made a conscious effort to appear calm. “Sean, I