Chapter 97: Everyone Will Be Fine
Cornelie shrugged. "All right, all right. I only know the last name is Palmer. I don't know which Palmer. The contact information should be on the medicine Abigail brought back. You should check."
Sean's anger flared. "You took her for acupuncture without knowing the doctor's name?" He hung up.
He found Abigail's bag in the hotel room. Besides a tablet, ID, and keys, there was no medicine.
Sean's expression turned cold. He sat beside Abigail and called Cornelie again.
"What's the clinic's name?" he asked calmly.
"Great North Clinic," Cornelie replied. "How is she? It's just acupuncture. Why's she being so delicate?" She muttered, her words filled with discontent.
Sean grunted and hung up. Abigail's hand was icy cold.
Fortunately, a traditional medicine practitioner was available. After examining Abigail and identifying the problem, he stabilized her condition by pressing acupoints.
"You can't randomly treat acupuncture points," the practitioner cautioned. "It could be fatal."
"How is she?" Sean asked quietly.
"She's out of immediate danger," the practitioner replied gently.
Sean sighed in relief. Abigail's sudden illness and recovery were equally abrupt.
Abigail woke to find herself in Sean's room. Groggily, she tried to sit up.
"Don't move," Sean ordered sternly from the bedside.
Abigail touched her lower abdomen; the pain had subsided. The earlier excruciating pain had felt like a medical emergency.
"Do you remember what the person looked like? My grandmother said you got medicine, but where is it?" Sean had already investigated, but found no results. No traditional medicine practitioner named Palmer existed, nor did Great North Clinic. He suspected a business rival.
Abigail replied honestly, her face pale and lips colorless. "He was refined, wore glasses with gold rims… I threw the medicine away. If you don't want a child, I don't want to take it."
Abigail wondered if Joan, sharing the last name Palmer, was involved. But mentioning it to Sean would seem like a baseless accusation. With only a shared last name, how could the other person be related to Joan? Joan didn't even know Abigail was Sean's wife. The suspicion seemed unfounded.
"When they suggested acupuncture, didn't you refuse? Allowing someone to randomly treat your acupoints… you really don't care about your life!" Sean was furious.
Abigail felt aggrieved. "Your grandmother was there. How could I refuse? She's not well, and I didn't want to upset her. You treat my grandmother well, so I complied. What's wrong with that?"
"If my grandmother suggested the clinic, you could have refused," Sean said icily. It was her fault she couldn't have children, her fault for not refusing his grandmother.
Abigail was exhausted, both physically and emotionally. Seeing her try to get out of bed, Sean pushed her back. "Did I say you could get up?"
Tears welled in Abigail's eyes, but she remained outwardly calm. "Sean, I don't want to see your face right now. Is that reason enough?"
"Do you have no conscience? I saved you, and you're blaming me?" Sean was annoyed by her attitude.
Abigail remained silent.
"If you didn't want a child, would you have agreed to acupuncture?" Sean pressed, his gaze cold.
Abigail leaned back, emotionless. "Think what you want."
Sean covered her with the blanket. "If you ever go to the hospital for acupuncture and medication without my consent again, you'll see how I'll deal with you!"
Abigail snatched the blanket, covering her head. Sean stood by the bed, grinding his teeth. He got into bed, and Abigail kicked his shin.
"Abigail, you've lost it!" Sean pulled back the covers, grabbed her collar, and turned her to face him.
Abigail's eyes were red. She bit his wrist hard.
Sean hissed in pain but didn't let go. After she bit him, Abigail sighed, rolled over, and turned her back.
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