I Want a Divorce

Chapter 904 Traces of a Miraculous Rebirth

The Phoenix was truly outstanding.

She was engrossed in her phone as Sean guided her into the house.

Seeing her so engrossed in her phone, Sean couldn't help but shake his head. He guided her to a seat near the shoe cabinet and crouched to change her shoes.

Abigail's gaze briefly left her phone screen and turned to him. "Thank you, dear."

"No need to thank me," Sean replied indulgently.

They entered the living room.

Sean was surprised to see Martin and Andrew. "How come you guys are here?"

"We heard you got married, so we came to give our blessings," Martin stood up from the couch.

Abigail noticed that Andrew repeatedly watched the historical costume exhibition, particularly the mythological segment at the end.

"Do you like this part?" Abigail walked over to him with a hint of a smile.

"Do these gods exist in your mythology?" Andrew was astonished by what he saw on Instagram today. When he clicked into the livestream, he was utterly amazed.

He had never heard such music before or seen such clothes.

He had seen plenty of historical and mythological dramas, but none of the costumes were as unique as these.

"These gods indeed exist. We have plenty of gods in Cefroana mythology. If we were to talk about them, it would take three days and three nights to finish," Abigail said proudly of Cefroana's culture.

Both mythological culture and history were incredibly rich and complete.

"How can I get access to this kind of information? I want to understand the mythology." Andrew was completely mesmerized by what he saw tonight.

Especially when the shawm music played, he felt like he was entering an immensely vast mythological world.

Indeed, in countries with profound cultural heritage, even music possesses a magical power to transcend time and space.

"You can go to university and ask around. There are some clubs dedicated to studying mythology, and they're more orthodox than what you might read in books," Abigail suggested.

Andrew felt like he had a new goal in mind.

After Martin's visit, he conducted a check-up on Abigail.

"The fetus seems stable. The little one should be very healthy," Martin smiled and told Sean after the examination.

"Thank you. I'll take her upstairs to rest," Sean said, leading Abigail away.

After Martin responded, he tapped Andrew's shoulder. "You've achieved your goal too. Let's go. It's time to go home."

Reluctantly, Andrew remarked, "I want to buy clothes like those."

"Once your leg heals, you'll look great in this kind of attire," Martin pushed him gently as they headed out.

Back in the room, Abigail still clutched her phone.

Seeing her so engrossed in her phone, Sean didn't ask her to put it down.

L.Moon's designer winning all the first prizes was a good thing, considering L.Moon's low traffic lately.

It was understandable that Abigail couldn't stop scrolling her phone.

After washing up, she lay on the bed, still scrolling through Instagram.

When Sean came over to turn her over, she finally put down her phone and hugged his neck. "What's up?"

"What do you think? With a baby in your belly, you're lying on the bed like this. Aren't you worried about putting too much pressure?" Sean's eyes were deep.

Abigail blinked, "It's not that serious."

"Try lying down and resting," Sean moved his body aside to avoid pressing on her.

Abigail turned her body to face him, propping her head with her hand as she gazed at him. "Do you think Irene can surpass this time? Her design is indeed very good. Even if it were me, I couldn't design clothes like that."

Everyone has their expertise.

Abigail excelled in innovation due to her solid foundation, but designs like Irene's posed a challenge.

After all, when she was studying, her main focus was on art, and humanities and sciences were her weak subjects. She would have to research extensively for elements like these, whereas Irene didn't need to.

She only spent a month preparing this outfit.

"It's possible. She emphasizes texture and cultural heritage in her designs, with some innovation and her expertise in integrating elements. Many designers find it difficult to achieve this. She will become a professor-level figure in the industry in the future." Sean didn't understand the design circle, but Irene's Phoenix design tonight indeed carried a lot of weight. Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

Going mainstream means becoming famous.

Back then, Abigail also relied on her work to establish herself and quickly became popular.

"The people in the company who looked down on her are in trouble now," Abigail couldn't help but chuckle.

"You're helping her like this, hoping she'll remember your kindness in the future." Sean pulled up the covers and tucked her belly in.

Abigail leaned against Sean's side, looking at the ceiling. "I hope she succeeds."

She was very talented but also so insecure.

The next day, Abigail and Luna went to the company together.

When Yeezy saw them arrive at the design department, she stood up to greet them. "Miss Quinn, Miss Smith."

"Good morning, everyone. It's a big day in the design department today, so I brought some food and drinks for everyone," Abigail said with a smile.

Irene stood up from her desk, her gratitude evident in her eyes.

Abigail walked up to her. "You did a fantastic job. I asked the judges, and they said you deserved it. Among all the designs, yours had the highest quality."

"Thank you for giving me this opportunity. Otherwise, I wouldn't have had a chance to showcase myself," Irene sincerely thanked Abigail.

"The other participating designers shouldn't be discouraged either. We won quite a few awards this time. When the results of the main competition are announced, I'll treat everyone," Abigail announced to everyone.