The Spare Wife by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 96 Revealing the Truth

After finishing the checkup, Dr. Palmer grinned at Cornelie. “Looks like there’s no major issue with your

health. Have you been to the hospital for a checkup?”

Cornelie nodded and motioned for Abigail to speak up.

Abigail, a bit absent–minded, got a nudge from Cornelie and replied in a soft voice, “Yes, I went for a

checkup and got an injection, but it didn’t work.”

“Let’s try acupuncture, and I’ll prescribe a few more medicines for you.” Dr. Palmer’s demeanor was

gentle.

“Is it really that simple?” Cornelie started to doubt his competence.

Dr. Palmer spoke in a warm tone. “Based on the medical records you provided, there shouldn’t be any

major issues with her health. How about having your grandson take a look instead?”

Cornelie’s face immediately contorted, her expression full of disbelief. “There’s absolutely nothing

wrong with my grandson! He’s had regular checkups since he was a child, and we know all the results.

There’s no way he could have any problems!”

Dr. Palmer just gave a faint smile.

“Go

get the treatment, and from now on, come in every two weeks. No matter what, we need to

make sure you get pregnant!” Cornelie urged Abigail, her tone tinged with disdain.

Under Cornelie’s insistence, Abigail lay on the office examination bed.

As Dr. Palmer prepared to lift Abigail’s clothing, she suddenly placed her hand on his. “Is the

acupuncture really necessary? I’m scared of pain.”

“What’s a little pain compared to giving birth later? You won’t be able to stand it then!” Cornelie scolded

harshly.

She went on, muttering to herself, “It’s been three years and there’s been no sign of progress. You’re

afraid of this and that. I really don’t know why the Grahams took you as a daughter–in–law. Just to

cater to your every whim. Three years! Even a speeding bullet would have arrived by now.”

Abigail felt disheartened by her words and could only close her eyes in resignation.

The acupuncture stung a bit, but afterward, she didn’t feel much at all.

She left with fifteen types of medicine.

Later, Cornelie brought Abigail to the cab. She gave her a stern warning. “You better take these

medicines seriously. If they still don’t work, then get ready for a divorce from Sean!”

Abigail just gave a vague hum of acknowledgment and silently got into the car.

Once they pulled away, Abigail chuckled wryly at herself.

No need for her to push for a divorce. Given my situation with Sean, parting ways is just a matter of

time.

Halfway to the hotel, Abigail tossed away all the medicine.

By the time she returned to the set, it was already 8.30PM in the evening.

Stepping out of the cab, Abigail felt a throbbing pain in her lower back and abdomen. She furrowed

her brows, panting lightly as she supported her belly.

Could it be that the treatment is actually working?

Abigail moved slightly, and the pain in her abdomen was so intense that her vision darkened,

causing her to collapse to the ground.

She took out her phone from her bag, intending to ask Luna to pick her up. Just then, Sean’s call

came in.

Abigail, sweating profusely from the pain, didn’t have the luxury to think too much. She pressed

the answer button. “Sean… I’m in pain…”

Sean, who had just finished his work, only noticed her message. He had originally wanted to ask her

about the clinic.

“Where are you?” Sean immediately stood up, signaling for Cameron to quickly follow him.

Abigail was now gasping in pain. “At the entrance… of the hotel… It hurts so much, Sean, it hurts so

much.”

Sean rushed out of the room, trying to reassure Abigail. “I’m coming down right now. It’s okay, it’s

okay.”

As he spoke, he turned back to instruct Cameron, “Hurry and have the doctor on set wait in the

first–floor guest room!”

When Sean found Abigail, she was in so much pain that she could hardly focus. Her body trembled

violently, and her lips were pale.

Sean carried her tightly and rushed into the hotel.

Once in the guest room, he gently placed Abigail on the couch and angrily ordered the doctor,

“Hurry, if you can’t save her, I’ll hold you responsible!”

The head doctor quickly examined Abigail’s eyes and noticed her dilated pupils. He immediately

instructed others to start a full–body examination.

Sean paced back and forth for a while, then quickly pulled out his phone to call Cornelie.

As soon as the call connected, Sean stepped outside.

He restrained his anger, his jaw tight, and asked Cornelie, “Have you arrived home, Grandma?”

“Yes, I’m home… How did you know I was out?” Cornelie sounded a bit guilty.

Sean pinched the bridge of his nose. He suppressed his panic and questioned Cornelie, “When

Abigail went to the clinic with you today, which doctor did she see? What’s the doctor’s name, and is

he reliable?”

“Oh… About that, he’s reliable. The doctor has a great reputation, and many people are waiting in

line for him to administer fertility treatments. Abigail is definitely going to conceive this time!”

Cornelie spoke with excitement and anticipation.

Sean’s eyes grew slightly red. He spoke with a deep voice. “Grandma, can we talk about the child

later? Abigail is in trouble right now. Please give me the name and phone number of that doctor,

and tell me the name of the clinic!”

“How is that possible? He’s an authoritative traditional medicine practitioner! She’s faking it because

she can’t have children, and she’s afraid I’ll make you divorce her!” Cornelie staunchly refused to admit

that the person she found might be at fault.

“She’s on the verge of losing her life, and you’re still insisting on her having a child? Give me the

contact information of that doctor.” Sean’s voice grew cold, firm and resolute.

“I think she’s just pretending-” Cornelie tried to continue.

But Sean cut her off. “Grandma.”