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I Want a Divorce by Abigail Quinn

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Chapter 574 Retreat

Abigail snorted. “You looked down on me, assuming I had no thoughts of my own back then.”

Sean held her hand and pulled her into his arms. “Abby, do you prefer the person you are now or the

person you were in the past?”

“What about you?” she asked.

“I’ve always had feelings for you. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have pursued you for such a long time,” Sean

replied. In the past, whenever Abigail had mentioned divorce, he hadn’t taken it seriously. At first, he

was upset, but now he realized he had been quite oblivious. Back then, he had mistaken her

seriousness for playing hard to get.

Intimately, they cuddled and finished the movie. Still, Luna had yet to come back, and Abigail guessed

that she probably wouldn’t return tonight. “I don’t think Luna will be back today. Josh is quite cunning,

luring her away with the promise of a movie,” she mumbled to Sean helplessly.

Sean turned off the projector, recalling the scent of Abigail when she left his embrace. “It’s because

they’re in love, or else Luna wouldn’t have left with him because of a few mere words from him.” In his

opinion, Luna loved Josh a lot, or she wouldn’t have given in to him so easily, unlike Howard, whom

she wouldn’t hesitate to reject.

“You should go back now.” Abigail nudged his leg.

“Okay.”

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As heartless as she had always been, she didn’t even consider keeping him for the night even though it

was already so late..

The next morning, while Abigail was working, Cameron approached her and stopped, not knowing how

to bring up the topic. “Just tell me what’s on your mind,” she said, staring at him.

“You guys were right. Her parents are unhappy with my job, saying that I’m earning too little,” he said

calmly.

She had a hunch as she set the document aside. “What did she say?”

“Isla mentioned she doesn’t have any issue with it. In case her parents oppose us, she’s willing to

elope with me,” he said, reflecting on Isla’s stance, which brought him some solace. It was the first

instance where he empathized with Abigail’s sentiments when Lina disparaged her. This experience

provided insight into what it’s like to be judged, particularly by the family of someone he deeply cared

about.

“Do you think it’s alright for a postgraduate student to elope with you?” Abigail asked instead.

When Isla mentioned this yesterday, Cameron was so overjoyed that he didn’t consider it much.

“Clearly, it is inappropriate. In the future, the most Isla could be in Capitalis is a high school teacher.

Haven’t you considered working hard for her since she has fallen for you?” she gently

asked next.

Cameron was helpless. “I told them that I plan to set up a security company, but her parents think that

it’s not a dignified career because I’ll just be a watchdog at the door.”

Scratching her head, Abigail suggested, “Why don’t we wait for Sean and listen to his opinion?”

There were other choices for a dignified career. Still, they thought that a security company was the

most suitable choice for Cameron because of his skills.

“Being in a relationship is a little troublesome,” he mumbled. It was true that he liked Isla, but he wasn’t

as infatuated with her as Sean and Abigail because he had only known her for a short time.

Dumbfounded, she didn’t know what she should say and was quiet for a moment. “Let’s wait for

Sean.”

“I know that Isla is highly educated, and her family has raised her well. I think I can support a family

with 15,000 a month, but her parents disagree.” Scratching his head, Cameron looked a

little troubled.

Knowing that he had received a blow, Abigail stood up and patted his shoulder comfortingly. “Are you

stupid? I consider you as my brother, and you still think that you’re not good enough?”

Cameron remained silent, overwhelmed with distress. Abigail decided to call Sean, who had initially

planned to scout a location for Cameron’s security company. After receiving her call, Sean promptly

returned to L.Moon. “You can start up another company if not a security company. What do you have in

mind?” he asked.

Cameron scratched his head. “Can I just give up?”

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Just then, Analise walked in and was anxious when she heard this. “What are you giving up on? The

relationship?”

Isn’t she out shopping? Cameron thought and hurriedly explained, “Nothing”

“Be honest with Grandma,” Abigail gently reprimanded. She knew Analise was deeply worried about

Cameron, yet he couldn’t care less.

Hence, Cameron had to repeat everything. Following their dinner together the previous night, he took a

lengthy walk with Isla. During their conversation, she reassured him that she wouldn’t give up on their

relationship. However, it was he who felt a bit fatigued and uncertain about their situation.

“What do you think? Do you like her? If you do, just ask Abigail and Sean to speak on your behalf.”

Holding Cameron’s hand, Analise put on a concerned expression. Meanwhile, Abigail sat down and

continued reading the document that she hadn’t finished earlier.

“I don’t know what to think. We’ve only known each other for a short while, and my feelings for

Isla aren’t so deep that I can’t live without her,” Cameron said composedly. As he was an easygoing

person, it was impossible to ask him to build a career for a woman he had just met.

In reply, Analise said gently, “If you would like to fight for her, Sean and Abigail can help you with this.

Even without setting up a security company, it will work out if they just speak on your behalf.”

“Never mind. I’ll let things take their natural course,” he said nonchalantly.

While observing Cameron, Abigail couldn’t help but think, Isla really struggles to pick the right men. Out

of all the options, she ended up with someone who doesn’t value their relationship.