Chapter 96: Revealing the Truth

After finishing the checkup, Dr. Palmer grinned at Cornelie. "Looks like there's no major health issue. Have you been to the hospital for a checkup recently?"

Cornelie nodded and motioned for Abigail to speak.

Abigail, slightly absentminded, received a nudge from Cornelie and replied softly, "Yes, I had a checkup and an injection, but it didn't work."

"Let's try acupuncture, and I'll prescribe some more medication," Dr. Palmer said gently.

Cornelie doubted his competence. "Is it really that simple?"

Dr. Palmer spoke warmly. "Based on the medical records you provided, there shouldn't be any major issues. How about having your grandson take a look instead?"

Cornelie's face contorted in disbelief. "There's absolutely nothing wrong with my grandson! He's had regular checkups since childhood, and we know all the results. There's no way he could have any problems!"

Dr. Palmer offered a faint smile.

"Get the treatment, and from now on, come in every two weeks. We need to make sure you get pregnant!" Cornelie urged Abigail, her tone disdainful.

Under Cornelie's insistence, Abigail lay on the examination table.

As Dr. Palmer prepared to lift Abigail's clothing, she placed her hand on his. "Is the acupuncture really necessary? I'm scared of pain."

"What's a little pain compared to childbirth? You won't be able to stand it then!" Cornelie scolded harshly.

She muttered, "It's been three years with no progress. You're afraid of everything. I 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 and closed her eyes.

The acupuncture stung slightly, but afterward, she felt little discomfort.

She left with fifteen different medications.

Later, Cornelie took Abigail to a cab, warning sternly, "Take these medicines seriously. If they don't work, get ready for a divorce from Sean!"

Abigail hummed vaguely and silently entered the car.

Once they drove off, Abigail chuckled wryly. No need for her to push for a divorce; parting ways with Sean is just a matter of time.

Halfway to the hotel, Abigail discarded all the medicine.

By 8:30 PM, she returned to the set. Stepping from the cab, she felt a throbbing pain in her lower back and abdomen. She furrowed her brows, panting slightly as she supported her belly.

Could the treatment be working?

A slight movement intensified the abdominal pain, causing her vision to darken, and she collapsed.

She reached for her phone to call Luna, when Sean called. Sweating profusely, Abigail answered. "Sean… I'm in pain…"

Sean, having just finished work, saw her message. He'd planned to ask about the clinic.

"Where are you?" Sean stood, signaling Cameron to follow.

Abigail gasped. "At the entrance… of the hotel… It hurts so much, Sean, it hurts so much."

Sean rushed out, reassuring her. "I'm coming down. It's okay, it's okay." He instructed Cameron, "Hurry and have the on-set doctor wait in the first-floor guest room!"

He found Abigail in intense pain; her body trembled violently, and her lips were pale. He carried her into the hotel.

In the guest room, he gently placed her on the couch and angrily ordered the doctor, "Hurry! If you can't save her, I'll hold you responsible!"

The head doctor examined Abigail's dilated pupils and immediately ordered a full body examination.

Sean paced, then called Cornelie. Stepping outside, he restrained his anger, his jaw tight. "Have you arrived home, Grandma?"

"Yes, I'm home… How did you know I was out?" Cornelie sounded guilty.

Sean pinched the bridge of his nose, suppressing his panic. "Which doctor did Abigail see today? What's the doctor's name and is he reliable?"

"Oh… He's reliable. He has a great reputation; many people wait for his fertility treatments. Abigail is definitely going to conceive this time!" Cornelie said excitedly.

Sean's eyes reddened. "Grandma, can we talk about the child later? Abigail is in trouble. Give me the doctor's name and phone number, and the clinic's name!"

"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 stubbornly refused to admit fault.

"She's on the verge of losing her life, and you're still insisting on a child? Give me the contact information." Sean's voice was cold, firm, and resolute.

"I think she's just pretending—" Cornelie began.

"Grandma," Sean interrupted.

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