Chapter 99

Chapter 99 Provocation

As soon as Abigail picked up the phone, she was met with Cornelie’s accusations.

“What on earth happened with you? I went through a lot of trouble to find a traditional

medicine practitioner for you, and now, look at what you’ve done! Sean

scolded me!” Cornelie’s voice seethed

with anger.

“Grandma, Sean saw the

situation yesterday. If you think I’m faking it, you can ask him to have the doctor explain it to you,” Abiga

il responded.

“Don’t give me excuses! I was trying to help you get pregnant. What did you do? You pulled some petty

tricks behind my back! If you’re really incapable, just divorce Sean yourself!” Cornelie finished her rant

and promptly hung up.

Abigail put down her phone and took a deep breath.

Luna, who had been listening nearby, was furious. Her face turned red, and her neck veins bulged. “Wh

at does she mean? She’s blaming you for not being able to have children? Who does she think

Sean is? Who would want to have a child for him? Why is she scolding you?”

“I’m not even angry, so why are you?” Abigail calmly comforted Luna.

Luna clenched her teeth and muttered angrily, “The old woman is being completely unreasonable.

She doesn’t even understand her own grandson! Dang it!”

Abigail quickly patted Luna’s back. “Calm down. Let’s go have breakfast.”

Luna held Abigail’s hand, still seething with anger, and demanded, “What happened yesterday

when you went out? What does she mean by ‘look at what you’ve done“?”

Abigail sighed. “It’s a bit complicated. Let’s talk about it after breakfast.”

“I’m too angry to eat,” Luna huffed.

In the dining hall, when Abigail saw Joan, she immediately thought of the medicine

practitioner with the surname “Palmer” from yesterday.

Uncertain if the two were connected, Abigail sat beside Luna and handed her the cutlery.

Joan spotted Abigail and sweetly inquired, “How’s your leg? What were you up to yesterday?”

Due to Sean, Luna quickly redirected her anger toward Joan. “Are you two very close? Does Abigail ha

ve to report everything she does to you?”

The live camera quickly shifted toward them.

Abigail arranged the utensils for Luna and gently said, “Miss Smith, please have breakfast.”

Luna leaned back in her chair, gave a forced smile, glanced at the bewildered Joan, and then lowered

her gaze to start eating breakfast.

Joan quickly wore a pitiful expression. She sniffled and said, “Luna, have I offended you?”

Luna acted as if she hadn’t heard and continued eating her breakfast, completely ignoring her.

The atmosphere grew awkward.

In the live chat, the viewers couldn’t help but speak up in support of Joan.

‘Alana is going too far. Treating her own fan like this, and it’s even on a show. She’s way too arrogant!‘

‘Has Joan offended her? Or did they have a conflict that we don’t know about?”

‘Alana has a big reputation in the design industry, so it’s normal for her to look down on a model. like Jo

an, who rose to fame later. But she shouldn’t ignore the fact that Joan has Sean’s support. Could it

be that her a*sistant failed to get close to Sean, so she’s venting her anger on Joan?‘

‘We still don’t know why Alana dislikes Joan. Stop speculating! The show’s producers are

professionals, right? You’re speculating too much with all this chatter! Joan clearly seems fake. She’s

always sobbing and crying! So annoying!”

Luna’s mood was clearly off, and no one dared to provoke her.

After finishing their meal, Abigail returned to her room with Luna.

“The show is being recorded. Why get upset? Aren’t you afraid of getting criticized?” Abigail gently

advised.

Luna walked ahead, seemingly indifferent. “I’m not like Sean. His grandmother annoyed me this mornin

g, so I’m going to vent on his sweetheart. If she has the guts to kick me out of this show, so

be it. I’ve had enough. What a bunch of nonsense!”

Once they entered the room, Abigail shifted the topic. “Yesterday, when I went back, his

grandmother said she knew a traditional doctor and insisted on taking me for

acupuncture. When I got back, my lower abdomen suddenly started hurting.”

Luna looked at Abigail, grabbed her shoulders, and asked anxiously, “Why didn’t you tell me? How are

you feeling now?”

“I’m fine now. It’s just that the doctor’s surname is Palmer,” Abigail said softly.

Luna frowned. “Is this situation related to Joan?”

Abigail took a seat at the work table. She shook her head and said, “Joan doesn’t know I’m Sean’s

wife. I’m sure of that.”

Luna sat on the couch, her face darkening. “You need to ask Sean about this again and see if he’s

investigated. Whether or not Joan knows is one thing, but since that person mentioned that

surname, it’s very likely they’re trying to provoke you.”