I Want a Divorce (Abigail and Sean)

Chapter 863 The Prodigal Son Won’t Return

Amidst his burgeoning business commitments, Sean recognized the necessity for assistance. However, when he sought Xavien's support, it was met with a courteous refusal, Xavien proposing a more hands-off approach instead.

"We have ample resources. Simply sell it directly. The real concern lies in the future when you have children. You'll find little time to manage work matters. Unless you're willing to delegate, neglecting them may lead to dire consequences," Old Mr. Graham's tone carried weight, underlining the modern challenges of parenthood.

Sean nodded, conceding that he might have disregarded such advice in the past but now found himself in agreement. "You know what's needed. I won't elaborate further," Old Mr. Graham concluded before returning to his tablet.

Subsequently, Sean reached out to Kevin and various contacts in Capitalis. As night fell, Abigail, Sean, and Kevin boarded a plane back to the city. Wrapped in each other's embrace, they watched the night sky, prompting Sean to inquire, "Grandfather asked whether the wedding should be in Pendorf or Capitalis."

Abigail paused, considering, "Let's opt for Pendorf. Grandfather and Grandmother face difficulties with air travel due to their age. We're young and can manage a bit of inconvenience."

"I had a feeling you'd say that," Sean remarked with a smile. Observing the couple, Kevin couldn't resist a comment, "You two are inseparable, even boarding the same flight as me."

"If it bothers you, find someone else to accompany you," Sean replied casually. Abigail nestled closer to Sean, asking, "How's our young designer from my company faring?"

"Are you teasing me?" Kevin quipped in response, lightening the mood.

"Irene didn't see eye to eye with him," Sean remarked bluntly.

Kevin's expression darkened instantly. "Are you both teaming up against me?"

"No, we're just stating the facts. Irene has been swamped lately, focusing on her own projects, right?" Abigail provided Irene with numerous opportunities. Recently, she had taken on costume design for the drama group, which demanded her full attention. Irene, as always, sought guidance from professors, conducted on-site research, and delved into various books.

"Thanks to you," Kevin retorted unkindly.

"Irene may not excel in design, but it's crucial to nurture her for your own benefit. Even if she doesn't become exceptional, her solid design skills will pave the way for success in the future," Abigail emphasized. While talent was important, hard work and experience were equally vital for stability in the long run.

For most people, stability was paramount.

Kevin couldn't argue with that.

Kevin recognized Irene's dedication. Despite being the least skilled among the designers at L.Moon, she refused to give up. Despite facing criticism for allegedly leveraging connections behind the scenes, she persisted and seized every opportunity. "No matter how hard she tries, she'll only reach this level," Kevin remarked. This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Breaking through social barriers was challenging. While one might attain wealth, in Capitalis, money was abundant, and those with status were plentiful.

"Kevin, you need to understand that this world is filled with ordinary people. While you may want to elevate her across social classes, not everyone will share your intentions," Abigail spoke calmly, her eyes betraying little warmth.

"Even if she becomes more clear-headed, she won't be able to be with you. What's the point of trying to elevate her across social classes? She wants a stable life, a partner with a clean romantic history, something you can't provide," Sean delivered a heavy blow. He never believed in the idea of a reformed playboy. Trying to save girls like Irene was foolish.

Kevin sat in silence, his expression serious as he gazed at the star-studded sky. He had always fancied himself a perpetual playboy. However, witnessing Sean contemplate marriage and children unexpectedly stirred a desire in him to settle down.

As they touched down in Capitalis, Sean had barely stepped off the plane when an unfamiliar number lit up his phone screen. He was about to decline when a message from a friend interrupted his thoughts: 'Incoming call. Pick up.' Sean hesitated for a moment before accepting the call.

"Hello, Mr. Graham. I'm Kadrick, the director of Capitalis. I was wondering if you could spare some time for dinner tomorrow," the voice on the other end was polite, introducing himself.

Sean, unfamiliar with Kadrick, remained courteous. He suspected the invitation might be related to a case and wanted to discuss it further. After a brief exchange, Kadrick bid farewell.

"Who was that?" Abigail inquired, her arm linked with Sean's.

Sean, still typing a message on his phone, replied, "The director of Capitalis, Kadrick. He may want to discuss a case."

Abigail nodded, sensing Sean's reluctance to delve into official matters. She didn't press further.

Leaning in conspiratorially, Kevin asked, "Do you think they're planning to commend you?"

"Let's not speculate. I've made it clear that my actions are confidential. I trust my friends," Sean replied, pushing away Kevin's prying curiosity.

Abigail, wary of potential trouble, squeezed the hand resting on her waist. "Let's hope it's just a dinner invitation and nothing more."