I Want a Divorce (Abigail and Sean)

Chapter 687 Severe Dependence

Abigail felt a bit embarrassed and greeted, "Hello, sir."

"Just call me Mr. Horton. She lives in my house, and I live next door to her," Mr. Horton said and then added, "Don't let me keep you, Abigail. Go and have fun. I have to till the ground later."

"Okay." Abigail and Luna responded in unison.

As Luna locked the courtyard door, she walked away with Abigail and started talking about Mr. Horton. "He doesn't dress well, but he seems to be quite wealthy, and he's very particular about food."

"I can tell. Have you chatted with him often before?" Abigail asked curiously.

"Yes, when I moved here, I wasn't so afraid of people. He would often knock on my door and bring me food; sometimes homemade pastries, sometimes casserole, sometimes a bowl of soup..." Luna slowly said, "He must know that I have emotional problems. Even if he sees me messing up the house, he never blames me. He's a good person."

Abigail thought that was quite nice.

After they entered the antique market, Abigail watched Luna go in to browse.

She secretly sent a message to Simond.

'Check the old man next to Luna. See if there's any problem.'

Anyone who came into contact with Luna could be a suspect.

'Okay.'

Abigail sent the message and immediately put away her phone.

Luna didn't find any antiques she liked and came out of the shop. Then, she pulled Abigail into another one to look.

They spent the whole morning outside, had a delicious lunch, and didn't return until the afternoon.

As soon as Abigail came back, she collapsed on the couch and didn't want to move.

Luna sat beside her as she played with the beads she had bought. After a while, she said to Abigail, "I'll make you a bracelet. You can choose."

Abigail nodded as she looked at the dazzling array of jade beads, and her eyes were slightly blurred. "Which one do you think suits me?"

Luna began to choose carefully.

Abigail noticed that Luna had been fine all day and wondered if it was because she had slept well the night before. Could it be that her condition was worsening because she often couldn't sleep well?

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Abigail stayed in Saraville for half a month, but there was a problem with L.Moon again, so she had to go back.

"Tell the client that I'm out of town and can't come back now. If it doesn't work, we won't cooperate. We'll pay whatever it costs!" Abigail was feeling irritated. How could she go back now?

Luna was finally improving, so she didn't dare to go back.

"Miss Quinn, this client has been cooperating with L.Moon for so many years. It's not reasonable to refuse to cooperate," Garrett said to Abigail discontentedly.

Abigail was taken aback by his words and felt a bit emotional. Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

"So, what do you suggest? I can't come back now, and I won't be able to for a long time. I hired you to solve these problems for me, so don't always call me. The client is important, but I have my own things to do." Abigail tried to calm herself down.

"I'll talk to the client first. If it doesn't work, tell me where you are, and I'll bring the client to you," Garrett negotiated with her.

"No." Abigail outright refused.

Who knows if there was a problem with the client?

Garrett was at a loss. He hesitated for a moment and finally said, "Miss Quinn, don't you think you're being a bit arrogant now? You didn't treat clients like this before. You were always humble. That's why I followed you. If you're acting like a queen now, not listening to anything and turning the company into a one-man show, I'll resign!"

Abigail ran her fingers through her hair as she looked around the room, and after a while, she said, "I really can't come back because of something, and I can't reveal my whereabouts."

"What about Miss Smith? Both of you are the bosses, yet you leave for months, and the company doesn't seem to care about anything. I'm also in a difficult position!" Garrett said helplessly.

Abigail bit her lip as she paced back and forth twice before finally saying, "Can I call you later?"

"Sure." Garrett hung up the phone.

Abigail had chosen him as the general manager because of his boldness and decisiveness.

Now, she found herself being lectured by him.

Abigail went back to the room, sat on the couch, and looked at Luna, who was sitting on the carpet playing with beads. Then, she said softly, "Luna, I'll be out for half a day and come back in the evening. Is that okay?"

"If you have something to do, go ahead. It's fine," Luna replied as she compared the color and quality of the two beads.

"Alright then. Take care. Call me immediately if anything happens." Abigail leaned over and hugged her.

Luna looked up at her and smiled. "It's only half a day. What could happen?"

Abigail gently touched her cheek. "Okay, I promise to come back in the evening."

Luna hummed in agreement.

Abigail left without any luggage and headed straight to the airport after booking her flight.

As soon as she left, Luna put down the beads in her hand and stared blankly at the empty doorway.

Before long, tears unconsciously welled up in her eyes. "You have family, friends, loved ones... You're so busy... I shouldn't monopolize your time, but I really wish you could stay with me."

After saying this, she stifled a sob. "Being alone is so boring; it's like being imprisoned here."

The moment Abigail left, she felt the room become so desolate that it seemed the temperature had dropped significantly.