The Spare Wife

Chapter 633 The Price of Fate 

Abigail sensed that Sean genuinely cared about her. His words today were his way of making amends for what he had done to her. Turning to Lawrence, she said, “Never mind about it. Words that have been spoken cannot be taken back.” All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

Her main concern now was Seän. Despite not feeling well, he had come to Capitalis with her. Was it finally time to paradigm him?

Lawrence was guilty in his heart as Scarlett continued serving dishes to Abigail and him. This meal moved him deeply because it was prepared by his son-in-law and daughter.

After finishing the meal, Abigail sat next to Sean, furrowing her brows as she looked at him. Only after he had slept for a full two hours did he wake up.

“How are you feeling?” Abigail immediately asked.

Sean felt much better, sitting up and letting out a breath. “I feel much better. I think I was just tired.”

“Let’s eat. I’ll heat the food for you in the kitchen,” Abigail offered.

“Okay.” Sean nodded.

While he ate, Abigail kept her gaze fixed on him. “What’s wrong? You’re making me shy,” Sean said, putting his fork and knife down and looking at her with a puzzled expression.

“What’s wrong with your body?” she asked. Although she had seen his medical records, she now doubted their authenticity. After all, he was such a strong person that even if something serious had happened, he wouldn’t easily let others know.

“I didn’t hide anything from you this time,” he assured her. She had always been aware of his condition.

Furrowing her brows, she murmured, “Let’s go to the hospital tomorrow and get a check-up.”

Sean nodded as he was also afraid that something might go wrong and that Abigail would end up with Eric.

“Stay here tonight. There are many empty rooms here, and my mom has already prepared one for you,” Abigail said in a gentle tone, looking into his eyes.

Sean responded with an “oh.” Unfortunately for him, it wasn’t the same room as hers. Early the next morning, Abigail took him to the hospital for a comprehensive examination, and after a busy morning, she finally received the results.

The doctor called her into the office alone and looked at Sean’s test results. The doctor’s expression turned serious. “Has he suffered a very serious injury before?”

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“Yes, and it was so severe that he almost died,” Abigail replied honestly.

The doctor nodded. “His physical condition is not optimistic, and it’s likely that he won’t live for long.”

“W-What do you mean?” Abigail felt as if she had been struck by lightning.

“He has suffered severe internal damage. Even though he’s recovered now, the damage is done. According to the examination, his organs are slowly deteriorating, and he is also under high stress. If this continues, he will die before he reaches forty,” the doctor explained slowly.

Abigail’s heart tightened, and she tightly clenched her clothes with her hands. “Is there no way to treat this?”

“Less exertion and more rest. At most, he can live until his fifties or sixties,” the doctor said, writing her a prescription. “You must continue taking this traditional medicine prescription. You can make it into pills, but the effect won’t be as good as brewing it yourself.”

Tears welled up in Abigail’s eyes, and she couldn’t help but ask, “Isn’t there a better solution?”

“There isn’t. His internal organs are slowly failing, and this is irreversible. He is still young now, so exercise more, eat better, avoid exertion, and he will be fine. Living until his fifties or sixties is already enough. Oh, and remember to keep warm in the winter. His body is not resistant to cold,” the doctor advised and handed the prescription to her.

Abigail took the prescription, and in her heart, she sneered, Living until his fifties or sixties won’t be enough! She left the doctor’s office and saw Sean talking on the phone at the end of the corridor.

A mix of emotions surged within her. Based on their current living conditions, it was common to live until their seventies or eighties, but his own life expectancy was in his fifties or sixties.

When Sean saw her, he immediately hung up the phone. Abigail walked up to him and handed him the results, remaining silent. After he finished reading, he smiled and said, “It seems like there’s no major issue.”

“No major issue?!” she exclaimed, her eyes turning red.

Putting away the diagnosis results, he pondered for a moment. “There’s still a long time. It’s already enough.”

Abigail frowned, trying hard to control her tears. “If… we really have a child within two years, do you plan to leave so soon?”

“I will do my best to live longer, but you know… life, aging, illness, and death are natural laws. We have to accept these laws.” Smiling, he held her hand. “If we have children, I will raise them well and help them calmly accept the loss of loved ones.” Abigail wanted to say something else, but he raised his hand to stop her. “Isn’t it too early to talk about this now? I’m not even thirty yet, and I have at least thirty more years. In these thirty years, we can do many things together. That’s enough.”

“The matter you mentioned last night, I want to tell you that I actually stopped caring about it a long time ago.” Abigail looked at him, her gaze calm.

Sean raised an eyebrow. “What? I said a lot last night.”

“Are you pretending again?” Abigail grumbled, displeased.