Chapter 42 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

How could he not spare him an inch of dignity at all?!

After being denied by Abigail and now getting cold-shouldered by Diarmuid, Lionel stormed off angrily.

On the other hand, Abigail overheard Lionel greeting Diarmuid by the door, and promptly pretended to fall asleep.

Naturally, Diarmuid felt as if his chest was ablaze.

“Are you really sleeping, Abigail?” he growled even as he withheld his rage.

If Diarmuid was not concerned about her injuries, he might be strangling Abigail again. Was marrying him such a terrible grievance? On the other hand, Abigail pretended not to hear him, but her twitching eyelashes were a clear sign that she was not asleep.

Closing his eyes and taking a moment to let his frustration ease, Diarmuid reached out to caress her face, and Abigail promptly jerked and turned toward him.

Diarmuid chuckled. “Done pretending already?” “Pretending for what? I just fell asleep,” she said, stretching deliberately while asking languidly, “What are you doing here?” “It’s only natural for me to visit my wife, no?” he said, his smile still on his face. “Has Mrs. Watson been attending to you?”

Abigail nodded–Mrs. Watson had been caring for Abigail so well that she was the reason Abigail had recovered this quickly.

“When are you getting discharged?” Diarmuid asked then.

Abigail, however, would rather live at the hospital than stay under the same roof with him at the mansion. “It’s still too early to say.”

Nonetheless, Diarmuid saw through her, but did not expose her immediately. “How long did you think you could hide from me?”

She reigned ignorance. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Fine. Take your time to rest,” Diarmuid said as he rose to his feet.

At the same time Abigail picked up the glass of water on the table and took sips with a nonchalant look, that basically told Diarmuid that she was fine without him around.

Naturally, seeing that left Diarmuid furning, but he could not do a thing while she was hurt!

Gritting his teeth, he growled, “Keep challenging me, woman, and I’ll make you pay twice the price.” Abigail thought nothing of it, but once Diarmuid left, Whitney-who had been hiding nearby

-showed up. She had taken a few days’ worth of leave, because what happened at the other hospital left her in shock and disbelief.

After all, she had lost her best chance to become Diarmuid’s wife!

Eventually, she managed to gather hersell, only to arrive at work today and see Diarmuid visiting Central Hospital.

She was under the impression that Diarmuid had a change of heart and came looking for her, but just as she was about to call out to him in delight, he was already striding toward the patients’ wards. She hence followed him, only to find out that Abigail was admitted there, and that he was here to visit Abigail. Her knuckles balled into fists!

Diarmuid obviously believed that she was the woman from that night. So why was he here with Abigail?

What right did she have to be Mrs. Althoff?

It was something she wanted so dearly, but that woman took it without effort. It was only natural that she felt indignant, jealous, and furious! What would it take for Diarmuid to hate Abigail, and to divorce her? Perhaps he had to see Abigail hooking up with other men, so that she would have a chance?

Since she had succeeded in tricking Abigail and performed amniocentesis against her will, she would succeed again and make Diarmuid hate her. But now that they were total enemies, the methods she used before would not work… As such, she came up with something else.

Stepping inside Abigail’s ward, she put on a high-and-mighty look and snapped, “Abigail Bernstein! You are an intern here-why are you lounging around in a ward? I’ll have the chief fire you, believe it!”

Her attempts at blackmailing utterly failed, however. In fact, Abigail was looking at her like she was an idiot. “Weren’t you aware that I’ve already resigned?” She had long since made up her mind to run away, which was why she had resigned from her internship.

Her pregnancy also meant she needed time to rest and recuperate, so she had no time or strength to spare for anything else. Whitney was certainly oblivious about that point, and it was her defeat the instant she stepped inside.

Her frustrations were piling,

After all, she was working under the impression that for Abigail, this internship was a necessary path to become a military doctor, which in turn was her dream job.

Naturally, there was no way she could have expected Abigail to simply up and quit, meaning that her attempts to harass her with her authority was utterly futile.

Nonetheless, she asked, “Don’t you want to be a doctor?”

Abigail held Whitney gaze, her expression cooling at the sight of Whitney clearly repressing her rage. “My husband will pay for everything even if I don’t work, and I’m sure you know who my husband is, don’t you?”

Abigail knew that Whitney desired Diarmuid, and was therefore using him to upset her. Unsurprisingly, all of Whitney’s repressed rage erupted right then. Lunging forward, she grabbed Abigail’s neck while shrieking, “Die! You’ve stolen everything from me, but Diarmuid will be mine once you’re dead!”

Abigail just wanted to upset her-her body was in no condition for fisticuffs at the moment.

“Do you think Diarmuid would like to see you acting crazy like this, Whitney? Men prefer gentle women, not fishwives.”

Her words more or less worked, because Whitney cared too much about what Diarmuid thought of her.

“Mrs. Althoff…”

Mrs. Watson happened to arrive with lunch then, and when she saw Whitney trying to hurt Abigail, she promptly dropped everything and ran up to them, pulling Whitney away while snapping, “Do you know who she is? How dare you do this to her? You will get it once I tell Mr. Althoff!”

Whitney’s face fell as she looked at Mrs. Watson–the old maid would be calling her Mrs. Althoff if not for Abigail!

Abigail had taken away everything that was rightfully hers! After all, Diarmuid was still convinced that she was with him that night!

“You’ll pay for this, Abigail!” she snarled. Abigail’s expression, however, was icy.

If Whitney had not performed amniocentesis on her, her other child might have been as brave and strong as his twin… and would never have been lost because of some flesh wound!

The miscarriage had happened because the amniocentesis maimed that fetus before she was assaulted!

That was why Abigail would not let Whitney get away with her crimes!

“I could say the same to you.”

Alter Whitney left, Mrs. Watson approached her to check on her. “Are you hurt, Mrs. Althoff?”

Abigail shook her head. “No, I’m fine.”

Still, Mrs. Watson was fuming. “Who was that woman? Is she even in her right mind? We have to call Mr. Althoff…”

“No, you mustn’t tell him.” Abigail promptly interrupted her.

Whitney was upset and trying to mess with her, because she felt the same way Abigail did after her miscarriage.

Diarmuid did say that Whitney’s child was lost in that car accident, which was something she should thank Ricky for.

After all, both Diarmuid and Whitney should suffer the pain of losing their child too!

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