I Want a Divorce by Abigail Quinn

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Chapter 433 A Clear Conscience

This blog post garnered a lot of attention, and many prominent social media figures

shared it.

Despite L.Moon having done a good deed, some people used it as an excuse to attack

L.Moon, resulting in the studio’s Instagram account being flooded with insults and

derogatory comments.

The situation escalated to a point where it seemed uncontrollable.

Some even began to question whether the volunteer teacher was collaborating with

L.Moon and Alana to create publicity by using the children to gain more attention. Rumors

even spread that the teacher had received a substantial fee of 150 thousand from L.Moon.

That night, Abigail tossed and turned in bed.

Furious, Luna complained, “I knew someone would try to stir things up, but I didn’t expect

it to happen. this quickly.”

“It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have designed those embroidered patterns on the clothes just to

make them look better.” Abigail sighed with a hint of self-blame.

Now, there was no response from the volunteer teacher, and Abigai

the full situation.

The two stayed awake until 2.00AM.

dared not speak out without knowing

Early the next day, the phone began to ring as soon as they arrived at the office. Luna

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placed her hand on Abigail’s shoulder and said, “I’ll take this.”

Abigail nodded.

Luna then walked over and picked up the phone. She was about to respond sharply when

she heard the caller introducing herself in a gentle voice. I’m a reporter from Capitalis

Daily. I’d like to arrange an interview with you. Are you available today?”

“Uh-huh… We are,” Luna replied, her heart pounding.

Capitalis Daily was an official newspaper. Luna could not help being concerned about the

potential consequences of the interview for L.Moon.

After she hung up the phone, Abigail looked at her with a nervous expression. “Who was

that?”

“A reporter from Capitalis Daily. I hope it doesn’t turn into a big issue.” Luna squeaked, her

face turning pale.

Abigail bit her l*p but remained silent.

The two of them were no longer concerned with what was happening online. They

hurriedly cleaned the meeting room, checked the office for anything inappropriate, and

anxiously waited for the Capitalis Daily reporter to arrive.

At 9.00AM, a well-dressed, short-haired journalist arrived at L.Moon. Abigail and Luna

welcomed her into the meeting room, and after pouring her a cup of coffee, they sat down

obediently and got ready to begin

the interview.

The journalist’s team was highly professional, they set up the cameras and promptly left

the meeting

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room.

“I’m Melody Cadence. I’m quite surprised that we were able to arrange this interview so

smoothly.” The journalist, despite her serious attire, spoke in a friendly manner.

After Abigail and Luna introduced themselves, Melody asked, “Shall we begin?”

With almost no preparation, both of them were unsure of what questions the reporter

would ask. But they had come this far, so there was no turning back.

After they nodded, the cameras started rolling.

Melody turned her attention to Abigail and asked in a gentle tone, “L.Moon donated winter

clothing to children in rural areas. However, instead of receiving praise from the public, it

faced widespread resistance and insults. How do you, Alana, feel about this situation?”

“At first, we didn’t plan to make this public precisely because we were concerned about

this outcome. It was a design oversight that led to netizens discovering that L.Moon

donated the clothes. I am saddened by this result, but my sadness doesn’t stem from the

misunderstanding of netizens. Instead, it’s the fact that it has led to false accusations

against the teacher,” Abigail replied honestly.

Melody nodded and continued, “Your design style is unique. When designing clothes for

the children, was it an unintentional oversight, or was it a professional habit that you must

add something unique to the clothes?”

“These winter clothes went into production around October. The designs were relatively

uniform to make it easy for boys and girls to distinguish between them. I added different

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patterns to the clothes, mainly to make them look better. I never anticipated that a single

piece of embroidery would lead to such a problem,” Abigail explained sincerely.

After taking notes, Melody went on. “What was the cost of producing this batch of winter

clothing?”

“Including fabric, materials, and labor, it was approximately 150 thousand. The filling in

the winter clothing is 99% down and 1% silk. The fabric is waterproof and durable, and the

wholesale price is not cheap. L.Moon’s labor costs are higher compared to other factories.

This is well-known within the industry. Abigail replied.

“These clothes are indeed not cheap, considering that the highest-priced clothing by Alana

can sell for millions, Melody added with a gentle smile.

Abigail’s chest tightened, unsure if this was an indication that L.Moon’s high prices would

be scrutinized. “Miss Smith, how do you feel about the behavior of netizens in response to

this donation? Will you be disappointed and reconsider future charitable activities Melody

turned to Luna with her question

“No, I won’t. In the future, we’ll be more cautious. I don’t really care about the opinions of

netizens or influencers I don’t know. Moon genuinely donated clothing to the children so

they have a warmer winter. Our actions are substantial, and the teacher is genuinely doing

good work in a remote area. We’re much better than those who criticize us” Luna, despite

knowing it might be inappropriate to say this, let her grievances be known.

Melody’s smile widened at those words. Im glad you took the time out of your busy

schedule to grans me this interview. That’s all for today. Thank you” She quickly left after

that.

Both Abigail and Luna’s hearts were thundering again their chests “Regardless of what

happens, we have dear concichor” Abigail held Lunas hands as she used those word, not a

hist of four in her voice

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