Chapter 892 Confronting Workplace Harassment

As Sean took a seat on the couch, he spoke, "I had already planned to settle the matter, but I never

expected that you'd help me resolve it."

"Do you want to join me in visiting Irene at the hospital?" Abigail asked in a soft tone. "I'm heading

there in a while."

"Sure."

Sean sensed that Irene was grappling with a difficult situation. She already struggled with low self-

esteem, and just as she was starting to make progress, Danielle and Floyd chose to exacerbate her

troubles.

Accompanied by Sean, Abigail went to the hospital. In the ward, Irene was alert, her forehead

adorned with a bandage.

"How is she?" Abigail directed her question at Kevin, who was beside her.

"She had five stitches," came Kevin's reply, but he had a cold expression.

She sat by the bedside, her gaze filled with guilt as she asked, "Have they been harassing you this

whole time?"

"I can't be certain. What occurred today was simply an accident. I stumbled because of my own

clumsiness," Irene admitted, placing the blame on herself.

Kevin's anger surged as he rose from his seat. "Stop blaming yourself! They're the ones who stole

your diary and spread it around the design department. And yet you're taking the blame? They

violated your privacy!"

"I understand they've infringed on my privacy, but didn't you say they'd be dealt with and sent away?

Isn't that sufficient? What more do you expect? Are you suggesting I waste my time pursuing legal

action against them? Explain to me what the purpose would be." Irene asked Kevin sincerely.

"They need to experience the consequences of their actions. Otherwise, how will they ever learn?"

Kevin's discontent was palpable; he couldn't abide any form of harassment, particularly when it

concerned someone close to him.

"Why should I bother?" Irene argued. "There will be others to impart lessons when they encounter

even tougher challenges ahead. I'm just an ordinary person who cherishes every moment of my

time. Why should I squander it on teaching miscreants like them manners?"

Kevin felt stung by her words. She had always been impatient with him and had never shown trust.

It seems as though she views me as untrustworthy as well.

"I won't invest my time in teaching them manners. Those who do wrong will face the consequences

of their actions. I'll concentrate on what I'm passionate about and strive for excellence." With a deep

breath, Irene spoke these words. She then turned to Kevin and added, "Thank you immensely for

your assistance today. I'm also grateful for Miss Quinn's support. Meeting both of you has truly been

fortunate for me. However, what you've already done is sufficient. I have no desire to be greedy."

She acknowledged the disparity in social status between herself and Abigail, Sean, and Kevin. It

was possible that Sean and the others might also consider the places she enjoyed as beneath

them, but Irene cherished them nonetheless. Although such concerns had once troubled her, she

had learned to embrace them.

Irene recognized her destiny as an ordinary individual and resolved to lead a simple, contented life

with gratitude. She vowed never to impose what wasn't meant for her, and this included Kevin's

kindness.

Abigail gently adjusted Irene's bedding. "Rest well. Remember, you've had a head injury. Speaking

loudly could trigger a headache as well."

"Understood, Miss Quinn, but really, I'm fine. There's no need for further visits. You already have

plenty to attend to. One visit is more than enough. I'm just a regular employee," Irene replied

politely.

"Alright. I simply wanted to check on your well-being. Don't worry about the medical bills. The

company will take care of it. Just concentrate on fully recovering before you're discharged," Abigail

reassured Irene, rising to her full stature.

Irene's background was something they could never fully grasp. Despite her understanding and

empathy, she maintained her own perspectives.

Kevin followed Abigail and Sean out of the ward, venting his frustration by hitting the wall. "Is she

completely indifferent? Can't she see how much I care about her?"

"You might need to accept it. From what she's said, it doesn't seem like she would choose you in

this lifetime," Sean responded firmly, his gaze cold as he glanced back at the ward.

"Your worlds are worlds apart," Abigail chimed in, acknowledging that Irene's heart wasn't made of

iron; rather, Irene was resolute in her desires and choices in life. She had come to terms with being

an ordinary person.

Kevin's reluctance was unmistakable, evident in the deepening of his breath. Despite years of

questing for love, encountering someone like Irene, who seemed as withdrawn as a turtle in its

shell, was a first for him. Despite his efforts to show his affection, she remained unmoved.

Abigail and Sean left the hospital with a sigh. "Has Irene ever thought that Kevin could be different?"

"Love makes people blind. Women who are deeply in love tend to have many unrealistic

expectations. Do you know where I first met her?" Sean asked Abigail.

Abigail shook her head gently.

"In a trendy yet ordinary shop. If the lady hadn't taken me there, I wouldn't have visited such a place

in my entire life. It was also at that moment when I understood we could never be a couple," he

casually explained.

Abigail's lips formed a pout.

Even when he mentioned his blind dates, a lingering bitterness and discomfort settled deep within

her.

"Our souls share a connection beyond mere love. It's our values, knowledge, and more that

intertwine us," Sean struggled to articulate, yet he comprehended that Abigail's soul was uniquely

intertwined with his own.

Abigail responded in a soft tone, "Ultimately, Cinderella doesn't stand much of a chance to marry

into a wealthy family.."