I Want a Divorce (Abigail and Sean) novel Chapter 912

More importantly, Luna wanted to have a conversation with Abigail.

"I'll work on my design here, then," Abigail decided as she switched on her laptop.

Luna propped her chin up, studying her friend. "Despite seeing each other daily at Pearson Residence, we hardly ever talk to each other."

"I've been feeling unusually fatigued since the pregnancy," Abigail confessed with a light chuckle.

"You've gained some weight, just like me," Luna smiled outwardly, though a hint of sadness lingered within her.

"We can hit the gym together once I deliver the baby, to shed those extra pounds," Abigail suggested, hoping to motivate Luna.

Luna sighed, "I have to stick to my medication regimen for now. Weight loss can wait until I'm fully healthy again."

Her complexion wasn't at its best either, leading to occasional bouts of low spirits. After all, everyone valued beauty.

"Is Josh put off by your appearance?" Abigail inquired with a playful smile.

"No, I'm put off by myself," Luna admitted with a wry smile.

Abigail sighed softly, "Luna, appreciating beauty isn't wrong, but it's crucial to embrace yourself at every stage, whether you're carrying a few extra pounds, have flawless skin, or show signs of aging. You're one of a kind. If you don't love yourself, how can you expect others to?"

Luna was about to respond when the office door flung open abruptly.

A woman clutching a bag stood in the doorway as she addressed Luna and Abigail, "Are you the ones in charge of L.Moon?"

Luna rose swiftly. "Yes, how can we assist you?"

"Get my son, Leon Yancey, expelled," the woman demanded as she entered, her voice firm.

"He needs to submit a resignation letter himself," Abigail uttered indifferently.

Luna sized her and realized she must have disapproved of her son's relationship with Irene.

"Ms. Quinn, does your company condone office romances like this? In a professional setting, employees should focus on work, not relationships!" the woman questioned sharply.

"Love is a personal freedom, especially for young people. Why should we impose restrictions?" Luna responded casually to Leon's mother, Dana Willow.

"I disagree," Dana retorted, her voice quivering with emotion.

"You get me perfectly! When I confronted him, he decided to leave home, and now, I have no idea where he's staying. The reason I came to seek your help was because I had no choice," she confessed with tears welling.

Luna swiftly handed her a tissue, gently dabbing away the tears. "Your son has taken an interest in a designer named Irene, right? To be honest, Irene has faced many challenges but is remarkably ambitious. From fretting over a few thousand dollars in student loans to making consistent strides, she's truly impressive. Your son seems drawn to her ambitious drive. He appears to have a keen eye for talent."

When her son was praised, the woman's pride swelled, though she still complained, "What do you mean he has a keen eye? He's simply too kind-hearted."

"Well, that's because he takes after you, and you've raised him well. Irene is actually a talented young lady. She is currently working with the crew under Madam Wright's leadership. Are you familiar with Madam Wright? She's the director of many historical dramas, Doris Wright," Luna didn't want to say Irene's background is not well.

Tracing the origin, everyone's ancient ancestors were tough. Hadn't mankind all progressed step by step?

"It just… the one without parents is unacceptable." Dana looked at Luna avoided harsh judgment, because she thought Luna was a reasonable person.

"It ultimately depends on the child," Luna gently reasoned.

Dana sighed, holding the glass of water. "You don't get it. It's easier for me to communicate with him, but if his father intervenes, things might become complicated. I recognize Irene as a decent girl, but if his father disapproves, the marriage will not proceed."

Abigail remained silent upon hearing that.