Chapter 99


    Chapter 99 Provocation


    As soon as Abigail picked up the phone, she was met with Cornelie’s usations.


    “What on earth happened with you? I went through a lot of trouble to find a traditional


    medicine practitioner for you, and now, look at what you’ve done! Sean


    scolded me!” Cornelie’s voice seethed


    with anger.


    “Grandma, Sean saw the


    situation yesterday. If you think I’m faking it, you can ask him to have the doctor exin it to you,” Abiga


    il responded.


    “Don’t give me excuses! I was trying to help you get pregnant. What did you do? You pulled some petty


    tricks behind my back! If you’re really incapable, just divorce Sean yourself!” Cornelie finished her rant


    and promptly hung up.


    Abigail put down her phone and took a deep breath.


    Luna, who had been listening nearby, was furious. Her face turned red, and her neck veins bulged. “Wh


    at does she mean? She’s ming you for not being able to have children? Who does she think


    Sean is? Who would want to have a child for him? Why is she scolding you?”


    “I’m not even angry, so why are you?” Abigail calmlyforted Luna.


    Luna clenched her teeth and muttered angrily, “The old woman is beingpletely unreasonable.


    She doesn’t even understand her own grandson! Dang it!”


    Abigail quickly patted Luna’s back. “Calm down. Let’s go have breakfast.”


    Luna held Abigail’s hand, still seething with anger, and demanded, “What happened yesterday


    when you went out? What does she mean by ‘look at what you’ve done“?”


    Abigail sighed. “It’s a bitplicated. Let’s talk about it after breakfast.”


    “I’m too angry to eat,” Luna huffed.


    In the dining hall, when Abigail saw Joan, she immediately thought of the medicine


    practitioner with the surname “Palmer” from yesterday.


    Uncertain if the two were connected, Abigail sat beside Luna and handed her the cutlery.


    Joan spotted Abigail and sweetly inquired, “How’s your leg? What were you up to yesterday?”


    Due to Sean, Luna quickly redirected her anger toward Joan. “Are you two very close? Does Abigail ha


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    ve to report everything she does to you?”


    The live camera quickly shifted toward them.


    Abigail arranged the utensils for Luna and gently said, “Miss Smith, please have breakfast.”


    Luna leaned back in her chair, gave a forced smile, nced at the bewildered Joan, and then lowered


    her gaze to start eating breakfast.


    Joan quickly wore a pitiful expression. She sniffled and said, “Luna, have I offended you?”


    Luna acted as if she hadn’t heard and continued eating her breakfast,pletely ignoring her.


    The atmosphere grew awkward.


    In the live chat, the viewers couldn’t help but speak up in support of Joan.


    ‘na is going too far. Treating her own fan like this, and it’s even on a show. She’s way too arrogant!‘


    ‘Has Joan offended her? Or did they have a conflict that we don’t know about?”


    ‘na has a big reputation in the design industry, so it’s normal for her to look down on a model. like Jo


    an, who rose to fameter. But she shouldn’t ignore the fact that Joan has Sean’s support. Could it


    be that her assistant failed to get close to Sean, so she’s venting her anger on Joan?‘


    ‘We still don’t know why na dislikes Joan. Stop specting! The show’s producers are


    professionals, right? You’re specting too much with all this chatter! Joan clearly seems fake. She’s


    always sobbing and crying! So annoying!”


    Luna’s mood was clearly off, and no one dared to provoke her.


    After finishing their meal, Abigail returned to her room with Luna.


    “The show is being recorded. Why get upset? Aren’t you afraid of getting criticized?” Abigail gently


    advised.


    Luna walked ahead, seemingly indifferent. “I’m not like Sean. His grandmother annoyed me this mornin


    g, so I’m going to vent on his sweetheart. If she has the guts to kick me out of this show, so


    be it. I’ve had enough. What a bunch of nonsense!”


    Once they entered the room, Abigail shifted the topic. “Yesterday, when I went back, his


    grandmother said she knew a traditional doctor and insisted on taking me for


    acupuncture. When I got back, my lower abdomen suddenly started hurting.”


    Luna looked at Abigail, grabbed her shoulders, and asked anxiously, “Why didn’t you tell me? How are


    you feeling now?”


    “I’m fine now. It’s just that the doctor’s surname is Palmer,” Abigail said softly.


    Luna frowned. “Is this situation rted to Joan?”


    Abigail took a seat at the work table. She shook her head and said, “Joan doesn’t know I’m Sean’s


    wife. I’m sure of that.”


    Luna sat on the couch, her face darkening. “You need to ask Sean about this again and see if he’s


    investigated. Whether or not Joan knows is one thing, but since that person mentioned that


    surname, it’s very likely they’re trying to provoke you.”