Abigail's Second Life novel Chapter 913

Abigail figured they weren't in the right position to meddle in others' affairs.

"We may give our advice, yet if they choose not to heed it, then so it shall be. Their fate lies in their own hands," Luna expressed softly.

Every romantic tale encountered its twists and turns.

Throughout the ages, it had often been either the bride's parents or the groom's who dissented a couple's relationship. Smooth marriages were rare occurrences.

"His father has a hot temper," Dana fretted.

After eventually soothing Dana and sending her away, Luna sighed in resignation. "Irene has encountered countless obstacles. She believed she had found someone with similar living conditions to her, but she failed to realize a man who owned a car and a house couldn't be just moderate."

Moreover, there were many in Capitalis who carried prejudice toward immigrants.

"It's really hard for the local families in Capitalis to accept her conditions," Abigail murmured softly.

Luna let out a weary sigh and remained silent.

As the workday neared its end, Leon finally turned up.

"Miss Smith." He stood by the office entrance, looking visibly restrained and nervous.

Abigail peered over her computer screen. "You're back."

"Um…" Leon seemed somewhat embarrassed.

"You haven't been working on the team's design. Where were you?" Luna asked with a stern expression.

Leon nervously chewed his lip before asking, "Did my mother stop by? Did she cause a commotion?"

"What could she possibly do? Do you think our company is just for show? We can handle anyone," Luna replied icily.

"I'll manage my parents to avoid any trouble for the company!" Leon declared before departing.

Abigail looked at Luna. "Should we let Irene know?"

"Isn't she incredibly busy these days? I've tried calling her multiple times, but she hasn't answered any of my calls. She only responds to texts." Luna wanted to speak with Irene, but she was way too occupied with her own affairs.

"Let me try calling her." Abigail retrieved her phone.

When she tried calling Irene, there was no answer either.

...

In the evening, Irene returned to the hotel from the film set and checked her phone, only to see a missed call from Abigail.

It was almost 10 p.m. by now, so she decided to text Abigail.

'I just got out from the set. I had so much work to do, so I hardly had time to check my phone. Sorry about that.'

It only took a few minutes for Abigail to reply to her. 'Don't worry about it. Take good care of yourself and get some rest.'

Irene breathed a sigh of relief.

Putting down her phone, she ordered takeout and hurried to take a shower.