“That’s obvious.” Zachary shrugged, looking at Abigail in return. “You didn’t even know who Tommy’s father was but gave birth to him anyway. Moms are as passionate as they are independent.”
Abigail was speechless-Zachary’s mention of the past actually left her uncomfortable.
She certainly lacked maturity at the time, and her mindset was lacking.
Naturally, she was not referring to keeping Tommy but certain other matters…
“Fine, whatever.” Abigail waved him off. “I’m going to bed.”
“Going to bed this early? Didn’t sleep well last night?” Zachary asked, studying Abigail’s face then. “Wait, you don’t look too pleased… who upset you?”
“Diarmuid!” Abigail snapped.
Zachary was speechless, but he could not meddle in this one.
Still, he was skeptical. “Would he really dare to upset you? I mean, if you’re really upset, you can just go to him and beat him up.”
Abigail’s frown eased right then.
Zachary’s words were certainly helpful.
Go to him, indeed…
Zachary frowned in turn. “That’s a quick change in reaction.”
Abigail simply smiled. “I really should thank you.”
“For what?” Zachary asked.
Abigail simply kept smiling and closed the door at the next second, leaving him speechless.
He snapped at the door, “You scared my baby girl there!”
Abigail naturally did not hear him.
Laying down in bed, she refunded one of the two plane tickets and booked another to Minerva.
She wanted to ask Diarmuid if it killed him to say ‘I love you too’, or maybe he had an ulcer in his mouth!
She even made sure to book her flight early, leaving before Zachary and without telling Diarmuid, since she was planning to sneak over.
Soon, she disembarked and booked a hotel to stay in first.
After flying across different continents in a matter of days, she needed to freshen up.
Surely she should not meet her lover in dirty rags.
The next day, she found Diarmuid’s hospital…
Abigail did not manage to find Diarmuid’s ward from the receptionist, so she had to talk to the doctor.
She headed to the VIP ward on the top floor and ran into Stan, who was speaking to the attending physician.
“Stan,” she called out to him.
Stan turned toward her and was left gaping when she saw that it was her. “M-Ma’am!” he exclaimed as he hurried to her. “What are you doing here?” Abigail smiled. “Can’t I come?”
Stan quickly shook his head. “No, it’s just quite sudden. Why didn’t you call? H
Abigail raised a brow. ‘Did I come at a bad time?”
Stan shook his head again. “No…”
Abigail simply strode past him toward the doctor – Diarmuid never did tell her about his condition, and she naturally should find out first.
“Excuse me, but when are Mr. Althoff’s eyes expected to recover?”
The doctor stared at her in turn. “And you are…?”
“His wife,” Abigail replied.
“Oh!” the doctor exclaimed, coming to an understanding just then. “You were the one who contacted me at the time.”
“Yes.” Abigail nodded.
“Anyway, the patient is expected to be discharged in under a month,” the doctor told her.
“Thank you,” Abigail replied.
For her, it did not matter if it took a while, as long as Diarmuid could see again.
The doctor was busy, so he excused himself after informing her about some matters to take note of.
Abigail turned toward Stan, who smiled awkwardly as she approached her.” Mrs. Althoff…”
Diarmuid did not want her around because he was worried she would be in danger, and so that she did not have to see his miserable state.
Abigail knew that Diarmuid had his own misgivings, but they were married-she loved him no matter what state he was in.
“Take me to his ward,” she said.
“Should I tell him first?” Stan asked in return.
“Just tell me where it is, and I’ll go in. You don’t have to follow me or enter. He might think it’s you.”
What was that supposed to achieve?
Still, he had no choice just then.
“Okay.” Stan sighed. “Come with me.”
Diarmuid’s ward was the last one along the walkway, though it was more a house than a ward.
It was huge, and there was everything one would need in there.
Naturally, staying there cost a lot as well.
Arriving outside, Stan lowered his voice and said, “Here it is.”
Abigail nodded. “Just wait outside.”
Stan nodded in understanding. “No one would interrupt.”
Abigail pushed the handle and opened the door then.
It was quiet inside-the curtains were half-drawn, and the faint sunshine spilling in offered warmth.
It was white and clean inside, and she stepped through the inner door.
There was only one bed in the large room-it was not your usual hospital bed either, since this was much larger. Still, although it resembled a normal bed, it had the function of a hospital bed as well.
Diarmuid lay in bed, his eyes blindfolded with a long strip of gauze.
He heard the door open, and thinking that it was Stan, he said, “Get me a glass of water.”
Abigail looked around the room,and saw the glass on the table and a jug next to it. She headed over to pour out a glass, and Diarmuid held up his hand as she walked to the side of the bed.
Abigail understood the gesture and handed him the glass, while he turned slightly and sat up to drink.
After he drank half of it, he held up the glass in the air. “Here.”
Abigail took back the glass and put it on top of the bedside table.
There was also a white crystal vase on it, containing several tulips.
It was obvious that Stan did not put it there, however. Men were never that meticulous-it had to be arranged by the hospital.
She sat beside the bed, her eyes narrowing at the man in the bed.
Sensing that she was sitting down, he frowned and asked, “What the hell are you playing at, Stan?”
Abigail frowned slightly.
Did Diarmuid really think she was Stan?
To be fair to him, she never made a sound and came out of the blue.
And without his vision, he naturally would not be able to tell that it was her.
She watched his surprised look and smiled mischievously before speaking while changing her voice. “Mr. Hill asked me to take care of you.’
As she spoke, she lifted his blanket and put her hand on his chest…
“Stan Hill!” Diarmuid bellowed right then, startling Stan outside and sending him scurrying inside.
Abigail did not have the time to straighten Diarmuid’s clothes or button it, leaving his chest bare.
Stan glanced between that and Abigail’s innocent look, and he was left frowning.
What was going on there?
He was not surprised that it happened since absence made the heart fonder. He was just surprised why Diarmuid would call him in.
Smiling, he asked, “Is there something you need me for, Mr. Althoff?”
“Throw out the woman you brought in!” Diarmuid barked grumpily.
Stan was left bewildered-could someone tell him what was happening?
Abigail waved him off, mouthing, “Misunderstanding.”
Stan scratched his head and said, “Well, Mr. Althoff… I won’t impose.”
“Stan!!!”
Furious, Diarmuid tried to get to his feet.
Abigail quickly went over to help him but he shook her off, sending her stumbling and almost dropping to the floor.
Stan had not gotten that far and turned to see that.
He swore under his breath-when did Diarmuid ever treat Abigail like that?
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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