Chapter 93: Nagging About Pregnancy

Abigail felt like an extra.

Analise watched the young couple with a pleased smile. "You two aren't getting any younger," she suddenly asked Abigail and Sean during breakfast. "When are you going to have a child?"

Abigail knew Sean hated being pressured about having children, and she didn't want him to misunderstand. She quickly replied, "We're considering it. My health isn't the best, so I haven't conceived yet. We're trying, though."

Sean remained silent, his face tense.

Analise nodded gently. "A woman's chances of conceiving decrease after twenty-eight, and it gets even riskier after thirty. I'll find you a traditional doctor. You should try some herbal remedies."

In reality, Sean's grandmother had already tried all of this. Every time Sean received medicine, he discreetly disposed of it.

Abigail nodded and muttered in agreement, but she couldn't help stealing glances at Sean.

After breakfast, Sean drove Abigail and Analise home. Julie was already waiting. Sean and Abigail helped the elderly woman to her room, with Julie following.

"Julie, please take care of my grandmother," Abigail said at the doorway, looking anxious. "I'm going out to buy medicine for her foot injury and some groceries."

"Go ahead," Analise said, smiling.

Abigail hurried out and saw Sean waiting at the staircase. She approached him nervously, aware of his sensitivity about his grandmother's remarks on childbirth. Since his grandmother had mentioned it, he had hardly spoken, only occasionally responding. She knew he was upset.

"Don't take her words to heart," she tried to reassure him. "Old people tend to be naggy."

Sean impatiently cut her off. "Is it her nagging, or are you subtly hinting at something?"

Abigail looked up at him, a fleeting trace of pain in her eyes. Quickly, she replied in a cool tone, "Well then, let's go get our divorce papers now."

"Don't pick a fight with me right now," Sean said, his voice tense.

Abigail clenched and released her hand. "Let's go. We should buy groceries first. I also need to get a bottle of medicine." The medicine Victor had recommended was quite effective; she planned to buy a bottle for her grandmother.

Sean joined her downstairs. Once in the car, his tone turned cold. "You should stay here and take care of your grandmother. She has trouble moving around, and she needs your assistance."

"I'll take care of her, then I'll head back to the show," Abigail said, her frustration building. "Don't meddle in my work."

"Abigail…"

"Don't concern yourself with my job. I'll handle things here with my grandmother. If something like this happens again, I won't bother you. Is that clear?" Abigail cut him off.

She turned to look out the window.

"You're quite bold, aren't you?" Sean said, mildly surprised.

"Stay out of my work," Abigail replied curtly.

"Do as you please," Sean said icily, falling silent.

After lunch, Sean busied himself in the kitchen while Abigail, due to Luna's persistent calls, stayed in her room, using her tablet to explain design details.

As soon as she finished sending the drawings, there was a knock. Analise opened the door and saw Abigail stashing her tablet away. She looked disapproving. "You're hiding in your room, and you don't even think to help Sean."

"Alright, I'll go take a look," Abigail said, zipping up her bag and heading to the kitchen.

Sean was rolling up his sleeves, stir-frying vegetables. Julie, seeing Abigail, smiled and said, "I'll go keep your grandmother company."

Abigail hummed in acknowledgment and washed vegetables. Sean, amidst the cooking fumes, stole a glance at Abigail. "After we eat, I'm heading back to the show. Take some time to consider my suggestion. If you think money is an issue, I'll wire you some."

"If you're leaving, then just leave. No need for the extra commentary," Abigail said, coldly.

Sean looked at her, then suddenly asked, "Do you insist on having a child?"

Abigail didn't respond.

"Cat got your tongue again?" Sean pressed.

Abigail tossed vegetables into the sink and looked up. "Can you please focus on cooking? I've told you, don't doubt me. If you don't believe me, don't start making wild guesses."

"Must we absolutely have a child?" Sean asked again.

Abigail was about to respond when she noticed smoke rising from the pot. She shouted, "It's burning!"

Sean grabbed the pot, but a burst of flame shot up. Abigail quickly scooped up a basin of clams soaking in water and emptied it into the pot.