Chapter 60 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

He closed his eyes, having never felt such turmoil before.

“Mr. Althoff,” Stan greeted him as he rushed to the scene. “I‘ve locked up Whitney Cox. How is Ms. Bernstein?”

Thanks to Mrs. Watson, Stan had a general idea of what had happened.

Issac took a few seconds to calm himself. “You really are getting better at your job, Stan.”

Stan quickly bowed his head in apology. “I‘m sorry for messing up. I did not check thoroughly, allowing Whitney Cox to deceive us.”

However, they did check, but they could never have known that Whitney had simply hidden the truth that someone was standing in for her.

“I don‘t want to see that bitch ever again. If you can‘t handle that much, don‘t show up in front of me ever again!” Diarmuid growled then.

“Yes, Mr. Althoff,” Stan replied somberly. Naturally, he hated Whitney for pulling the wool over everyone‘s eyes.

Calling herself the woman from that night? She deserved to die just for that!

With that, Stan left and took Whitney out from where he kept her.

She was a doctor, and malpractice was common–it would not be difficult to pin the blame on her for malpractice leading to a patient‘s death.

Make it a little serious so that it becomes a crime, and it would mean prison.

Stan‘s work was quick and effective–everything was settled within a day.

After it was done, he returned to the hospital to update Diarmuid.

Diarmuid had been keeping watch the entire night beside Abigail‘s bed, but it was not until the next afternoon when she stirred.

She could smell the scent of medicine in the air, and her pupils dilated when she saw Diarmuid

Abigail’s heart still pounded with fear as she remembered how that man had pushed her out of the window.

Nonetheless, Diarmuid asked softly, “Abigail Bernstein, I have a question: were you at Charity Hospital on the sixth of July?”

Abigail drew a blank, but rasped, “I was working there as a doctor at the time. Isn’t it normal for me to be there?”

She had no idea why Diarmuid would talk about that night, but now that Diarmuid had learned the truth from Whitney, he wanted to double–check just to make sure that there was no mistake this time. “In other words, you were there even though you weren‘t on duty. You were standing in for Whitney Cox, weren‘t you?”

Abigail pursed her lips. “Yes, and I remember that very well because that was supposed to be our wedding night,” she admitted. “You weren‘t at the mansion when I received Whitney‘s text, saying that she was busy and asking me to take over her shift. I went to the hospital –” “And met a wounded man,”

“How did you know?” Abigail narrowed her eyes, cutting her short. “Are you still investigating me?”

“Just yes or no answers,” Diarmuid told her, but his tone was gentle–as it had been since the start.

Abigail pursed her lips again. Still, she had no reason to hide anything now that Diarmuid knew, so she simply showed her hand, that way, Diarmuid would hate her, quickly divorce her, and finally let her go.

“Yes, I met a wounded man. He was being pursued by some assailants and threatened me, but I had no idea if he was a villain. He never hurt me, which was enough for me. That‘s why I decided to help him, and that‘s when he started to get frisky. I did not resist –in my head, my husband did not like me, and having sex with that man was a perfect opportunity to make him hate me. That‘s how I had another man on the night of our wedding, and made you a cuck.

That‘s all there is to it.”

Diarmuid knew right then that those were details that only he and the woman from that night would know, and that there was no mistaking it this time.

The woman from that night was Abigail Bernstein.

“You never had a boyfriend. Is that the only man you‘ve been with?” he asked despite his pounding heart.

After all, he had Stan look into her, and her past was squeaky clean with no relationships with other men

“Yeah,” Abigail replied, “I was pregnant with his child. Aren‘t you going to divorce me already? I’m just another disgusting woman.” As she held Diarmuid’s gaze, she thought to herself that she must have pushed him over the edge because of that massive ego of his On the other hand, Diarmuid was left clutching his chest as an indescribable pain emanated within.

The miscarriage she had suffered… Was that baby his?

“The doctor told me you were recently in labor. Were you lying about the miscarriage?” he asked, hoping dearly that she was lying to him and actually gave birth. In reality, Abigail ran away and hid so that he did not find out and hurt her child. After all, he was heinous enough to push her off a building!

Turning away, she said, “I never lied–1 had twins, and I lost one due to the miscarriage. That‘s why I ran, because I knew that you were going to be furious if you found out that I was still pregnant. But it all meant nothing, because by yet another stroke of bad luck, the boy ended up stillborn.”

Inside, she was repeatedly telling herself that she was not being mean to her own child–she had to lie and hide the truth since another doctor saw that she was recently in labor.

On the other hand, Diarmuid was left pursing his lips.

He was almost father to twins, but ended up losing them because of his own ignorance? He tried to speak, but nothing was coming out of his vocal cords, which suddenly seemed as dry as a desert. Even his eyes glinted with tears.

He felt like his heart had sunken to the bottom of an abyss.

After a long silence, he said nothing and left Abigail’s ward.

Just as he opened the door, Stan approached him. “Mr. Althoff…” Diarmuid raised a hand, gesturing for him to be silent.

Because right now, he needed the quietness. Stan understood and stood aside without a word, knowing right then that his boss was not in his right mind.

However, they ended up standing there for a long while, and feeling that his legs were almost getting numb, Stan tried again, “Sir, I‘ve dealt with Whitney Cox. How is Ms. Bernstein?” The latter was his actual concern- did something happen to her? Was that why Diarmuid appeared so dispirited, and even more so than when she was missing?

This was so awkward…

However, Diarmuid said nothing–it was as if he never heard Stan.

Stan became very worried, but still refrained from asking… And that was when they both heard a loud thump coming from Abigail‘s ward!

Diarmuid promptly rushed into Abigail‘s ward, where he found her on the floor beside her bed, her plastered leg sprawled limply on the floor. Frowning as he moved over to help her up, he restrained his temper and asked, “What are you doing? still trying to run when your foot is in that condition?”

Abigail shook her head. Right now, she had no strength to run even if her legs were fine.

Her chest was swelling from lactation, leaving it utterly numb.

“I‘m just thirsty.”

It was only then that Diarmuid noticed that her lips were cracked and bleeding from dryness.

Sighing, he mildly said, “I‘ll get it for you.” As she was returned to her bed, Abigail was left staring on the ceiling and asking feebly, “Diarmuid Althoff… Why can‘t you just let me go?”

Diarmuid paused.

He alone was aware of his feelings for Abigail.

However, his ego had prevented him from acknowledging that in the past just because she had been with another man, and he constantly kept those feelings repressed.

Now, things were different.

It turned out that she was not sleeping around–she somehow turned out to be the woman he was with that night, and now, he did not have to hide the feelings he harbored for her.

As Diarmuid brought Abigail a glass of water, he sat beside her bed and helped her up. Her body was like jelly and utterly feeble, so he had to gather her in his arms and hold the glass beside her lips.

Abigail drank everything with tiny sips.

“Do you want more?” Diarmuid asked after she finished the glass of water.

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