Chapter 51 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

There was no way anyone could track her down–they would not even know where to start!

Be that as it may, Diarmuid checked through all security footage at the mall, though he did not find any trace of her.

Both his secretary and chauffeur kept their heads down, afraid to speak at all while his expression turned icy.

Despite his silence, the air around him was suffocating and heavy, as if there was an impending storm.

“Do whatever you can, use everything at our disposal–just find her!” he finally growled.

“Yes, sir.” His secretary promptly left, leaving the chauffeur shaking in his boots in silence.

He had been too careless, allowing Abigail to give him the slip.

While Diarmuid was not taking it out on him, he was not being understanding either if the chauffeur had realized it sooner, Abigail might not have gotten away at all.

Nonetheless, the person Diarmuid hated most at that very moment was Abigail!

She had actually run away!

Why?

To elope with that man?

‘No, stop thinking… Or you’ll get even more furious!‘

It was nighttime when Diarmuid returned to the mansion.

Amidst the deathly silence, he headed upstairs and entered the room where Abigail usually slept.

Everything inside was tidied and cleaned. Her personal effects used to be around, but none of those things were here now.

He entered and opened her wardrobe to find her clothes gone.

Abigail had sent all her clothes out for dry cleaning, and threw away whatever she did not need, leaving almost no trace of herself in this house… save for the divorce agreement she left on the table, which she had already signed.

Diarmuid closed the wardrobe, and turned to see that piece of paper on the table. He picked it up and tore it into pieces with no hesitation, throwing the pieces into the nearest trash can.

There was no way he would sign that!

Glowering, he swore that he would get her, bring her back, and properly torment her, so that she would plead for a merciful death!

He was already bending himself backward for her, only for her to spit in his face!

Meanwhile, Abigail had arrived at Sunny City.

Sheryl had already rented a room there, and she had a place to rest her legs once she arrived.

After resting for a day, she admitted to her mother as they ate, “Mom, I’ve divorced Diarmuid.”

Sheryl was naturally pleased and approved of her daughter’s decision.

In the end, it was a loveless marriage, built around a pawn sacrificed in the name of Lionel’s profit.

Putting a slice of fish on Abigail’s plate, she replied, “That’s good.”

Abigail nodded, but was not feeling particularly hungry. At the same time, she was not sure how she should tell her mom about her pregnancy.

But there was no hiding it.

“Mom…” she began, clenching on her fork and knife. Sheryl looked up with a smile. “What is it?”

Pursing her lips, Abigail eventually said, “I‘m pregnant.”

Sheryl did a double take, and it took her a while to regain her senses.

“You‘re pregnant?” she exclaimed in slight disbelief.

Abigail nodded.

“Is the child Diarmuid‘s?” Sheryl asked to her knowledge, her daughter had never been involved in any relationship, something which Lionel was particularly strict about.

Abigail herself also always maintained firm mortal integrity. The only man she came in close proximity with was Diarmuid, so he was the only person Sheryl could think of.

On the other hand, Abigail did not know how she should explain everything that had happened, and could not bear to tell her mother the truth.

What would her mother think, if she said that she had no idea who the father was?

Since Sheryl believes that the child was Diarmuid‘s, so be it–that was at least a better option than saying she had no idea.

“Yeah,” she said, even though she hung her head and avoided Sheryl‘s gaze because she was lying. Sheryl kept putting more food on her table and asked in concern, “Eat more since you‘re pregnant. Are you suffering from morning sickness? How far along are you?”

Abigail looked up then. “Are you saying that I should go through with this?”

At first, she was actually worried that Sheryl would tell her to get an abortion since she had divorced Diarmuid.

“The child is yours,” Sheryl said.

She believed that an abortion was ideal following the divorce, as it would make for a clean separation.

But Sheryl was also a mother, and she understood how important children could be to a mother,

Convinced that Abigail had divorced Diarmuid because of the loveless nature of their marriage, she said, “I‘ve actually found myself a job as a mall administrator, and the salary is a grand a month. It isn‘t much, but it would be enough to keep us going. I‘m old and inexperienced because I haven‘t been working since marrying your father, so that‘s about the only job I can get. That said, there‘s nothing to worry about–I‘ll take good care of you, so stay home and stay healthy. The child will have no links to the Althoffs even after it‘s born.”

Since they could not bear to abort the child, birth was the only option, which also meant they needed to make a living to raise the child.

And together, they would probably be able to do it.

Abigail then realized she had been bumbling for so long… but she finally understood something now.

“Thank you, Mom,” she said quietly, her voice cracking slightly.

“You don’t have to thank me, silly. I’m the one who has owed you for years now.” Sheryl certainly knew her daughter, and how to be considerate of her emotions. “You shouldn’t stress yourself out now that you’re pregnant–it’s detrimental to your baby’s growth.”

Abigail nodded. “I know.”

Sheryl smiled. “I’m actually happy that I’m becoming a grandmother soon! Oh, you haven’t told me how far along you are.

“Almost three months,” Abigail replied.

Sheryl spaced out for a moment even as she looked at her own daughter, who would become a mother soon.

Time had really flown!

“You shouldn’t move around or do too much for your child’s sake, or you’ll end up like me, and Sheryl abruptly stopped, suddenly realizing she had spoken too much.

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