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 he eased Abigail’s pain by

acupoints.

is she now?” Sean asked

a gentle manner,

of relief. Abigail’s danger had come suddenly, and her recovery

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

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by the bedside, ordered sternly,

and found that the pain

the time made her feel like she was experiencing a medical emergency, and it left her

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

a traditional medicine background, and there was no such place

be

medicine, I threw it away. If you don’t want a

it had something to do with Joan; after all, they shared

mentioned it to Sean, he would only think she was

evidence and only sharing a last name, how could the

Abigail was Sean’s

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 thought about how close she came to

could I refuse? She’s not in good health, and I didn’t want to upset her.

to the clinic, you could have just refused.”

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

only physically exhausted but

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

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