“Don’t be in such a hurry to say no,” Harvey said, cutting her short. “We’ve been here for months, and I’ve shown that I can be nice, right? Aren’t we friends, at least? There’s no way you can stay here for the rest of your life, and if you don’t want Diarmuid to keep haunting you, you need some degree of status.”
Abigail looked at him as she pondered–it was true, she could not stay here forever.
But once she left, being found by Diarmuid was just an eventuality.
“I can be your shield. Just tell Diarmuid that your child is mine,” Harvey suggested slyly then.
Right now, he wanted to hurt Diarmuid in every way possible–he was even willing to make Diarmuid believe that Abigail’s child was his, even if it was not.
He will be left fuming, would he not?
“No, I can’t.” Abigail refused anyway.
If at all possible, she would rather Diarmuid never find out about her child.
That man had breathtaking anger–management issues–what if he lost his temper and hurt her child?
She had gone through great lengths to keep her child safe. Any risk was too much risk.
Still, Harvey reminded her of something…
“Ouch…” she grunted as she clutched her stomach, suddenly feeling agony as if something was dropping.
Harvey gaped. “It hurts? Is the baby coming?”
“I think so,” Abigail said calmly and rose to her feet. “Take me to the hospital.”
“Okay,” he replied, just as Sheryl started to head upstairs with a glass of milk.
Seeing that they were both coming down, she asked, “Going out?”
“Yeah, baby’s coming,” Harvey explained.
Sheryl promptly put the milk aside. “I thought we still had a few days…”
“Maybe he‘s getting impatient,” Abigail breathed through gritted teeth.
“Then we need the hospital right now,” Sheryl said, helping her stand while Harvey left to get his car.
Soon, Abigail was rushed to the nearest hospital and taken to the labor room. As she lay on the delivery bed, the agony of cramps struck her like a raging tide, and sweat had drenched her black, silky hair. The scent of blood seemed to waft around her nostrils as the lights over her flashed brightly, leaving her feeling dazed.
It hurt so much as if her body was being torn apart!
Outside the delivery room, Sheryl was anxiously pacing around on the walkway, seized with concern toward her daughter.
Despite the advancement of medical technology, delivery was still hell for women, and there was no end to the risks involved. In fact, she was anxious herself despite having lived through it–because she was so afraid that Abigail would face some mishap.
After several hours, a nurse stepped out with an infant. “Is Abigail Bernstein‘s family here?”
Sheryl worriedly came up to her, with Harvey staying on her heels. “How‘s my daughter?” “They are both safe,” the nurse replied.
Sheryl breathed a sigh of relief, and asked happily, “Is it a boy?”
The nurse held out the child to her then. “Yes. Born at 1520, weighing 7 pounds, 7 ounces
Sheryl happily took the child, as Harvey looked on.
Over the last few months, Diarmuid‘s temper had been volatile.
Every employee could feel the danger and would avoid speaking with him if possible, in fear that they would upset him.
Even Stan Hill–Diarmuid‘s personal assistant–was constantly on edge.
Nonetheless, he reported to Diarmuid the instant he received a certain piece of information. “All the clues point to Sunny City. We‘ve got nothing even after we searched that place for so long, but someone called us today with a tip that she was seen at the Sunny City General Hospital.”
Diarmuid was wearing a black shirt loosened at the collar, and a severe look immediately appeared in his eyes. “Get ready.”
“Are you going personally, sir?” Stan asked.
Diarmuid ignored him and coolly said, “You‘ve been searching for months, but you had nothing… Getting more competent lately, aren‘t we?”
Stan kept his head lowered. “I think she‘s had help. There‘s no way she could have hidden‘ herself so well if she was alone. Moreover, we had definitive leads that she showed up at Sunny City, but she seemed to disappear into thin air when we looked, only for her to reappear there now…
That was when he remembered something else, and it seemed to click in his mind right then.
“Harvey Gooding is in Sunny City, isn‘t he?” he pointed out, quickly becoming worried about Abigail‘s situation just then. “We‘ve been so preoccupied with finding Abigail Bernstein that we neglected the possibility that Harvey‘s got his hands on her… Nothing good will come of that if that‘s the case, right? It‘s not the first time he‘s held her captive…”
Diarmuid‘s expression darkened–he knew very well that Harvey wanted to win her affection.
“That said, Ms. Bernstein has managed to escape Harvey several times. I’m sure she could do the same, and it‘s just a hunch…”
“It‘s no hunch.” Diarmuid closed his eyes then.
He had been too frustrated that Abigail ran away, and never calmed down to think.
Stan was right. Abigail would not have stayed hidden without help.
While she had managed to foil Harvey’s overenthusiastic advances before, she should not be in danger given her wit.
Even so, he was worried.
“I‘ll make the preparations,” Stan said then.
Diarmuid had a personal helicopter, and it was a quick trip to Sunny City.
However, even though they headed straight to the hospital, Abigail was nowhere to be found.
Harvey had moved quickly to transport Abigail away from the hospital once she delivered her baby, and had also scrubbed any records to prevent Diarmuid from getting any information.
“Set up an appointment with Harvey Gooding,” Diarmuid instructed as he stepped out of the hospital.
“Yes, sir,” Stan replied.
Back at Harvey’s private residence, Abigail was resting in bed–it was now time for her postpartum care.
Sheryl was cooking something, while Harvey was standing beside Abigail’s bed and watching her infant. “His father is a lucky man.”
Abigail ignored him since her stomach still hurt, even as Harvey continued on his own. “I mean, you’d actually dared to cuck Diarmuid Althoff for him.”
Despite Abigail’s disinterest in him, Diarmuid Althoff was the man every other woman fantasized about marrying.
“Why do you keep mentioning that?” Abigail asked feebly. “Does it please you that much?”
Harvey did not hide his glee. “Of course. Just mentioning it makes me smile.”
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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