Chapter 97
I Want a Divorce
Chapter 97 Everyone Will Be Fine
Cornelie could only shrug and say, âAlright, 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 bro
ught back. You should go
check.â
âYou took her for acupuncture treatment without even knowing the doctorâs name?â Seanâs anger flared
, and he hung up the phone after speaking.
Turning back to the hotel room, he found Abigailâs bag. Aside from a tablet, an identification card,
and keys, there was no sign of any medicine.
Seanâs expression turned exceptionally cold.
He sat back down beside Abigail and called Cornelie again.
When Cornelie answered, he calmly asked, âWhatâs the name of the clinic?â
âItâs called Great North Clinic. How is
she? Itâs just an acupuncture treatment. Why is she being so delicate?â Cornelie muttered to herself, he
r words filled with discontent toward Abigail.
Sean gave an acknowledging grunt and hung up the phone again.
He held Abigailâs hand and noticed it was icy cold.
It was fortunate that there was a traditional medicine practitioner here. After a thorough examination an
d identifying the problem, the doctor pressed a few acupoints to gradually stabilize
her condition.
âYou canât randomly treat acupuncture points on the
human b*dy. Doing so could be fatal,â the traditional medicine practitioner cautioned as he eased Abiga
ilâs pain by applying pressure to her
acupoints.
âHow is she now?â Sean asked in a subdued tone.
The practitioner replied in a gentle manner, âSheâs not in any major danger now.â
Sean let out a sigh of relief. Abigailâs danger had come suddenly, and her recovery was equally abrupt.
When Abigail woke up, she found herself in Seanâs room. She was a bit groggy and tried to sit up.
âDonât move. Lie down,â Sean, sitting by the bedside, ordered sternly, keeping an eye on her.
Abigail gently touched her lower abdomen and found that the pain had subsided.
The excruciating pain at the time made her feel like she was experiencing a medical emergency, and it
left her consciousness scattered.
âDo
you remember what the person looked like? My grandmother said you got some medicine, but where is
it?â Sean had already sent someone to inquire, but unfortunately, there were no results.
There was no such doctor with the last name Palmer with a traditional medicine background, and there
was no such place as Great North Clinic.
Sean suspected it might be a business rivalâs doing.
âHe looked very refined and wore gla*ses with gold rims⦠As for the medicine, I threw it away. If you d
onât want a child, then I donât want to take it,â Abigail replied honestly. Her face was still pale, and her l*
ps lacked color.
Abigail wondered if it had something to do with Joan; after all, they shared the same last name, Palmer.
But if she mentioned it to Sean, he would only think she was making baseless accusations against Joa
n.
With no evidence and only sharing a last name, how could the other person actually be from Joanâs fa
mily?
Besides, Joan didnât even know that Abigail was Seanâs wife. The suspicion seemed even more unfoun
ded.
âWhen they suggested acupuncture, didnât you know to refuse? Allowing someone to randomly treat
your acupoints like that⦠I swear, you really donât care about your life!â Sean couldnât help but be angry
when he thought about how close she came to losing her life today.
Abigail felt a little aggrieved. âYour grandmother was right there. How could I refuse? Sheâs not in good
health, and I didnât want to upset her. You treat my grandmother well, so I comply with your grandmothe
râs wishes. Whatâs wrong with that?â
âIf my grandmother suggested you go to the clinic, you could have just refused.â Seanâs voice was icy.
It was all her fault. It was her fault that she couldnât have children, and it was her fault for not refusing hi
s grandmother!
Abigail was not only physically exhausted but also emotionally drained.
Seeing her about to get out of bed, Sean pushed her back. âDid I say you could get up? Lie back down!
â
There were tears in Abigailâs eyes, but she made a conscious effort to appear calm. âSean, I donât want
to see your face right now. Is that reason enough?â
âDo you
have no conscience? I saved you, and youâre directing your grievances at me?â Sean was on the verge
of being annoyed by Abigailâs attitude.
Abigail pressed her l*ps together, saying nothing.
âIf you didnât want a child yourself, would you have agreed to acupuncture?â Sean continued to questio
n her, his gaze cold and piercing.
Abigail leaned back against the bed, her eyes devoid of any emotion. âThink what you want.â
Sean covered her with the blanket, his tone harsh. âIf you ever
go to the
and medication without my consent again, youâll see how Iâll deal with you!â
hospital for acupuncture
Abigail snatched the blanket from his hands and covered her head.
Sean stood by the bed, grinding his back teeth.
As soon as he got onto the bed, Abigail kicked his shin.
âAbigail, youâve really lost it!â Sean pulled back the covers, grabbed her by the collar, and turned her
to face him.
Abigailâs eyes were red. She bit down hard on Seanâs wrist as he forced her to face him.
Sean hissed in pain but didnât pull away.
After Abigail finished biting, she let out a sigh, then rolled over, turning her back to Sean.