I Want a Divorce (Abigail and Sean) novel Chapter 777

"It's for Sage, but I know her. Since she started cooking, she will definitely make a portion for everyone who wants to eat," Simond responded immediately without hesitation.

Stephen nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

After clearing the tableware and going downstairs, Simond returned to the kitchen to find that the pot was already empty of soup. Most of the delicious food was also gone, leaving only the meals prepared by other chefs for the bodyguards.

Simond could only silently eat the mediocre foreign food.

Abigail deliberately didn't leave anything for him, letting Martin and Andrew finish everything.

She couldn't make things difficult for others, but couldn't she also make Simond, who was brought here against his will, feel wronged?

In the evening, when Abigail returned to her room, she sat by the window and watched the moon with Larry.

She really missed home.

Pointing at the moon, Larry held Abigail's hand and said, "Moon!"

"Yeah, the moon. Does it look like a plate?" Abigail held him in her arms, resting her chin on Larry's head.

Larry leaned against her, swinging his little chubby legs, giggling. "Moo…"

His favorite thing to do was call out to Abigail.

In this cold environment, Larry was her only comfort.

She held Larry and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Larry slowly turned his chubby body to face Abigail, hugging her. "Moo!"

He loved to babble, often followed by a string of gibberish that Abigail couldn't understand.

Abigail understood very well that when he grew up and could talk, he would definitely be a chatterbox.

"Alright." Abigail nodded.

She didn't understand, but she would respond.

Larry kept babbling on, and after he finished, he started to doze off.

Abigail carried him back to bed, put him to sleep, and then sat alone by the window, sighing.

There was nothing she could do here.

There was nothing here. Even though there were people everywhere, not even a whisper could be heard.

She finally understood what it meant to be isolated and helpless.

During this time, she thought about it. Did Sean really collapse after borrowing 400 million to save me?