Abigail’s Second Life (Abigail Quinn)

Chapter 891 Mutual Support Between Husband And Wife

Abigail shot a glance at Max before she nasalized her words. "It's about my husband. Can you help investigate what happened to him? He was suddenly taken away last week and subjected to days of questioning. He looked so lost when he was released.”

Max had his full attention on Abigail's words as he sipped his water. Harold looked grave. "I can't believe such a thing happened.” Not too long after that, Kadrick was summoned. He was also aware that Sean had been taken away.

"I did someone to investigate the matter, but there was no way of knowing which department was involved. As you are aware, this is out of my authority, so I have no way of finding out," Kadrick elaborated with sincerity.

"Are you aware of what Callen has done in the entertainment industry?" Harold posed a question.

"I'm afraid I'm unaware. You'd have to liaise with Mary's family members for further details," came Kadrick's response. He also knew that Max's wife— Mary—was involved in the matter.

"Mary's the only daughter of the Jane Family. As a result, she's pampered and spoiled. If they are going to raise their granddaughter in a similar fashion, there would be trouble on the horizon,” Harold commented before placing his order.

Max was as quiet as a mouse throughout the meal.

It was widely known in Capitalis that Max was merely known as the son-in-law with no influence in Mary's family.

As soon as they were done with their meal, Harold prepared to leave, whereas Abigail was about to pick up the tab, only for Cindy to stop her. "My father will pick up the tab. We feel bad if you treat us," Cindy explained by way of a whisper to Abigail.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Abigail expressed her gratitude, albeit her embarrassment. "Thanks."

Cindy added with a shy smile, “Dad is in a certain position, so taking care of this is part of his responsibilities."

Thinking about the chance of assisting Sean, Abigail broke into a smile. She had assisted Luna with the affairs abroad. Domestically, in Eswadia, Luna made use of her influence to assist Abigail to return the favor. It could be said that the collaboration was mutually beneficial

Just as Abigail was entering the car, Garrett gave her a ring again. She answered in a weary tone, "What's the matter now?" "Irene’s in trouble. Mr. Stewart's demanded an explanation from L.Moon. Are your errands done?” Garrett asked, albeit indirectly rushing her. "I've dealt with it," Abigail answered. She ended the conversation and rushed to L.Moon.

The moment she arrived, she rushed to the design department and found Kevin seated with a stern expression. Sean was also there, which indicated that the matter at hand was a grave matter.

"What's going on?" Abigail shot her question at Danielle and Floyd, who were both seated in front of Kevin. With red eyes, Floyd immediately said, "It's not my fault. Danielle's the cause of this. She took Irene's diary when she was in the cafeteria!"

Danielle quickly jumped into self-defense. "Not your fault? Didn't you suggest reading it? What do you mean by stealing from her? I only took a glance! How is her tripping and slamming into the sink my fault?”

Abigail addressed Garrett thoughtfully. “How's Irene?”

While approaching her, Sean answered inégrave manner, "She's doing alright physically, butthne =» same cati't be said for her emotiars. By uplaading Irene's diary ontothe computer and circulating it around thesdesign department, it's Greatly affected her.”

A diary was considered a person's personal matter.

Now that they had exposed the diary’s contents in such a manner, it resembled them stripping Irene naked and subjecting her to the design department's scrutiny.

Abigail then approached Danielle and Floyd. She didn't behave like how an ordinary person would. Her demeanor made it difficult for them to breathe

"Who did this?" Abigail stared at Danielle and Floyd with a freezing gaze. There was no warmth in her question.

The tears swam in Floyd's eyes due to the fear. "I'm telling the truth. Danielle was the one who spilled the beans to Mr. Stewart when he last visited She told Mr. Stewart that Irene had been writing a diary and suggested the idea of reading the diary."

Danielle was enraged and glared at Floyd. "Why feign innocence? You uploaded the contents of the diary to the computer and shared with everyone in the group!"

"You encouraged me to do it!" Floyd cried in response. Abigail clenched her hand at her side and repeatedly endured, which was how she stopped herself from laying a hand on them "Send them packing!" Abigail informed Garrett after a while.

"Miss Quinn, I'm the person in charge of Fairy Meadow. If you send me packing, what's going to happen with the rest of the work?” Danielle was not remorseful.

"We don't lack c designers at L.Moon. With regards 40 designers like you, I'll explain atrinstagram what you two have-ddne. Let's see which < company in the fashion industry would.dare to hire you by then!’ Abigail mentioned, after whish she tufned to Kevin. "Il can only.fesolve the issue that way. Inforffi Irene that she's free to sue them."

"Alright." Kevin refused to argue anymore for Sean's sake.

As soon as Kevin departed. she addressed the folks in the design department. "You guys have your individual responsibilities. There shouldn't even be any competition. Yet, there are those who love to exclude others and do perverse matters like this.

"Regardless of.our personal grudges, pullifig a stunt like this in the compaiy i is unacceptable. > Althoughtd can't make a move ons you pefsonally, you can forget a about survnwing in this industry!" After Abigail said those words, she turned tSleave the scene.

"How did you get discharged from the hospital?” Abigail inquired softly.

"Xavien informed me that my case won't go te trial," he mentioned.

She never expected that things would be handled in such an efficient manner. As a smile played on his lips, he scooted over to Abigail, asking, "Did you help?"

She grinned like a Cheshire cat. "Not me. It was one of my fans. The person happened to have some influence back home, so she helped us intervene.”