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
Abigail was now gasping in pain. “At the entrance… of the hotel… It hurts so much, Sean, it hurts so
Sean rushed out of the room, trying to reassure Abigail. “I’m coming down right now. It’s okay, it’s
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