After all, Sheryl needed a place to live after she was discharged. After Sheryl nodded in agreement, Abigail hesitated for a moment before asking her opinion, “Mom, do you want to divorce Lionel?” “I will,” Sheryl replied.
Abigail pursed her lips. She had wanted her mother to divorce Lionel for years, but it never happened.
Moreover, Sheryl was saying she would divorce Lionel – and not that she wanted to. And Abigail respected her decision. After living with that man for the most of her life, she would certainly hold strong sentiments for him.
“You don’t have to worry about me, Mom. I’m an adult with a job-I can earn my own living. Lionel can’t coerce me with money like he did before, cutting me off and abusing you when I didn’t obey him. He may have used you as leverage against me before, but he no longer has a hold on me… So, if you don’t want to divorce him, you don’t have to.”
Sheryl felt even more guilty because of her daughter’s understanding and maturity, and felt that she owed Abigail a lot just then.
“I want a divorce,” she said then. “We’ve merely been married in name only for years. There’s no need to keep this up.”
She meant it, so Abigail replied, “Okay. I’ll go with you to see him after you’re discharged.
Sheryl nodded. “I’m going now – I still have work. I’ll visit again after I leave work.” “It’s fine.” Sheryl smiled at her. “You don’t have to visit. Just come get me when I’m discharged.”
“Okay,” Abigail said softly, and left the hospital.
Diarmuid’s chauffeur was waiting with the Rolls-Royce, and she got in, saying, “Central Hospital, please.” They quickly reached the hospital, and as Abigail alighted, Whitney just happened to arrive as well. She had just received a call from Diarmuid asking to meet, and ran into Abigail in the corridor.
Whitney knew that Diarmuid must have tested the samples she gave him. That was why he would ask to meet her-he believed that she was pregnant with his child.
That was why she went out of her way to pull herself up more than usual. “Abigail Bernstein,” she called out as the other woman tried to leave. Abigail glowered. “What is it?”
“Diarmuid just asked to see me. Want to guess why?” Whitney smiled, rearing her head proudly. “You may be married to him, but he’ll divorce you soon.”
Abigail doubted that, however. “He doesn’t have any feelings for you at all. You really don’t have to pretend for my sake.” Feeling like she had punched out only to hit air, Whitney shot her a vicious glare. “Just you wait!” she snarled confidently. “I’ll make you disappear!” “I will,” Abigail replied fearlessly, while Whitney snorted and stormed off, her high heels clicking in her wake.
However, just as Abigail was about to change, Zachary caught her wrist and started to pull her elsewhere.
“What are you doing?” she asked in surprise, and tried to struggle a little since she was not supposed to move too quickly.
Soon, they arrived at a quiet spot, and he gave her a serious look. “You have to divorce Diarmuid soon-Whitney is pregnant.” Abigail’s eyes widened in shock. “Whitney is pregnant with his child?!”
Zachary nodded. Abigail stiffened as if she had a bucket of ice water splashed on her, dousing her from head to toe. Diarmuid himself told her that he did not like Whitney, but if that really was the case, why would she be pregnant? Noticing the terrible look on her face, Zachary asked in concern, “Are you alright, Abigail?”
Abigail came to her senses and quickly shook her head. “I’m fine.”
She felt a sense of loss to hear that Whitney was pregnant, but she was soon relieved.
It did not matter to her who Diarmuid loved, just as she had no reason to get upset about that.
“No, you’re not,” Zachary said suspiciously, because she was almost overreacting. “Did you fall for Diarmuid?”
Abigail looked up and met Zachary’s gaze. “Did I?” He nodded. “Yes, you did.” “Actually, I’m reacting like this because I’m worried, not because of him,” she said, walking over to sit on a bench. “I know my place- I won’t think of him that way.” At the same time, she stroked her belly.
Surely there were not many men willing to take the bullet and raise them as his own?
And given Diarmuid’s ego, why would he be interested in a woman like her?
In the end, she knew her place. “What are you worried about?” Zachary asked then.
“Whitney knows that I’m Diarmuid’s wife, and she’s so hostile she wants to harass me however she can. Now that she has Diarmuid’s child, she can bank on his influence to destroy me. It’s not hard to imagine how hard life would be at this point forward.”
She was barely finished when Zachary snapped impatiently, “That’s why I’m telling you to divorce him. That way, Whitney won’t be able to harass you, not to mention that you’re already pregnant.”
“I know.” Abigail thought that she should visit Althoff Manor after she got off work in the evening
Henry would definitely be very happy to learn that Diarmuid had a child, and she could easily get a divorce.
“Get back to work, handsome,” she said then, rising to her feet. “I should be checking
in.”
Zachary had more to say, but stopped himself when he saw that she did not want to talk about it any further.
Outside the hospital, Whitney got into Diarmuid’s car, her red lips parting lightly in a smile. “So? Have you done the tests, Diarmuid?”
Though she was addressing him by name instead of ‘Mr. Althoff,’ Diarmuid was lounging his large frame on his seat.
Then, he slowly opened his eyes and stared at her.
While Whitney maintained a polite smile, her fingers were curled to hide the sweat on her palm.
Diarmuid was being too calm, so she could not get a read on him.
But he was not shouting… Did that mean he accepted her now? The thought relieved her considerably. “So, do you want my child?” “Are you sure you’re pregnant?” Diarmuid asked, glancing at her stilettos then.
Whitney looked down as well, and realized that she had been so preoccupied with prettying up that she had forgotten to feign pregnancy.
She quickly explained, “Heels are fine during early pregnancy.” Nonetheless, Diarmuid’s expression turned dark. Although he refrained from commenting, he told Stan, “Drive.” “Where are we going?” Whitney asked.
Diarmuid’s calmness left her unconfident, and she was starting to panic. Even so, she asked gingerly again, “Do you want my child?”
Diarmuid stared at Whitney in silence, and she gradually felt the creeps.’ Guilt was gnawing on her. After all, she had never been pregnant! Nonetheless, he said slowly after a while, “If there really is a child in your belly, I want
Whitney was jubilant.
She would be laughing out loud if she was not sitting in front of Diarmuid, but there was no hiding the joy and excitement on her face. Amidst all the thrill, she asked, “Then, are you going to marry me?” Diarmuid’s answer was short and flat-one might even say cold.
“No.”
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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