The Spare Wife

Abigail sensed that Sean genuinely cared about her. His words today were his way of making amends for what he had done to her. Turning to Lawrence, she said, “Never mind about it. Words that have been spoken cannot be taken back.”

Her main concern now was Seän. Despite not feeling well, he had come to Capitalis with her. Was it finally time to paradigm him?

Lawrence was guilty in his heart as Scarlett continued serving dishes to Abigail and him. This meal moved him deeply because it was prepared by his son-in-law and daughter.

After finishing the meal, Abigail sat next to Sean, furrowing her brows as she looked at him. Only after he had slept for a full two hours did he wake up.

“How are you feeling?” Abigail immediately asked.

Sean felt much better, sitting up and letting out a breath. “I feel much better. I think I was just tired.”

“Let’s eat. I’ll heat the food for you in the kitchen,” Abigail offered.

“Okay.” Sean nodded.

While he ate, Abigail kept her gaze fixed on him. “What’s wrong? You’re making me shy,” Sean said, putting his fork and knife down and looking at her with a puzzled expression.

body?” she asked. Although she had seen his medical records, she now doubted their authenticity. After all, he was such a

didn’t hide anything from you this time,” he assured her. She had always been

she murmured, “Let’s go to the hospital tomorrow

was also afraid that something might go wrong

rooms here, and my mom has already prepared one

for him, it wasn’t the same room as hers. Early the next morning, Abigail took him to the hospital

office alone and looked at Sean’s test results. The doctor’s expression turned serious. “Has

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was so severe that he almost

is not optimistic, and it’s likely that he won’t

as if

damage. Even though he’s recovered now, the damage is done. According to the examination, his organs are slowly deteriorating, and he is also under high stress. If this continues, he will die before he reaches forty,” the doctor

heart tightened, and she tightly clenched her clothes with her hands. “Is there no way to treat

sixties,” the doctor said, writing her a prescription. “You must continue taking this traditional medicine prescription. You can make it into pills, but the effect won’t be as good as brewing it

she couldn’t help but ask, “Isn’t there a better

still young now, so exercise more, eat better, avoid exertion, and he will be fine. Living until his fifties or sixties is already enough. Oh, and remember to keep warm