Chapter 104 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

“That was actually me.” Diarmuid pulled her by her hair so that she was looking straight at him. “I was your first.”

Abigail shuddered in disbelief. Her mind seemed to short out right then, and she could not think.

As she stared blankly, Diarmuid released her.

“I was being nice to Whitney Cox because she told me that it was her at the hospital that night, but you actually stood in for her, didn’t you? I never told you because I thought you hated me for causing the loss of our children, only for you to betray me time and time again. Did you really think I can’t live without you, Abigail Bernstein?”

Buttoning his shirt, he growled, “You want a divorce? Fine. I’ll grant you your wish.”

With those words, Issac got out of the car, slamming the door with a loud bang.

Abigail flinched.

“Diarmuid?”

That night…

It was him?

She dragged her sore body out of the car and tried to give chase, only to realize suddenly that she was buck naked.

Pulling a shirt to hide her chest, she yelled, “Get back here, Diarmuid Althoff!”

There was only darkness in the underground parking lot, and the echoes of her own voice were her answer. The hazard lights were flashing, but he was nowhere to be seen.

He was gone.

Abigail laughed, and soon tears covered her face.

She was no slut–she had only been with one man, and it was Diarmuid!

She suddenly had a slight desire for him… to be with him!

She sniffled loudly, and ignored her pain as she picked up her own clothes.

She had decided that she would go to Henry, and tell him that Tommy was no bastard, but was Diarmuid’s son!

After putting on her clothes, her knees suddenly caved and she almost slipped, but managed to catch the car door in time.

She tied her disheveled hair behind her head, and her footsteps echoed within the vastness of the parking lot in the night.

She left and hailed a taxi by the road.

On the top floor, Issac was standing before the curtain window of his own office. There was a river in the distance, illuminated by rows of street lights that reflected faintly off his face, keeping his visage indistinct.

Knock, knock

“Come in,” he growled.

Stan entered. “Mr. Althoff.”

Diarmuid had one hand in his pocket as the other straightened his collar. “Head to the security room and delete the footage from the basement parking lot. You don’t have to go to Bernstein Holdings from now on, and tell Mrs. Watson to throw every single one of Abigail Bernstein’s belongings from my mansion. I don’t want to see any traces of her.”

Stan lowered his head. “Sir…”

“Do it.” Diarmuid refused to listen to reason.

He had believed that Abigail would eventually see that he was sincere, but it turned out that she had a heart of stone.

She refused to fall for him no matter what he did, even persistently shoving him to other women.

Even so, Stan could not help asking, “Because of Kathy York?”

Diarmuid himself had ordered Kathy’s sacking, only to arrange a job for her later.

She must be special to him, or Diarmuid would not have broken his own rules.

However, Diarmuid actually only remembered Kathy when Stan mentioned her, and said, “That reminds me. Head over to the manor tomorrow, get the silver crucifix, and give it to Kathy York-

“But that’s very important to you, Mr. Althoff!” Stan could not stay calm just then.

Was Diarmuid really moving on? Had his passing fancy for Abigail already expired, and he now had his eyes on Kathy?

“It’s not important now. I’m just returning it to the rightful owner,” Diarmuid said flatly.

Stan understood right then. “The silver crucifix… belongs to Kathy York?”

Diarmuid was silent, but he might well have said yes.

While he was aware that his grandfather had arranged for Kathy to show up in his life from the very start, he did not know that Kathy claiming ownership of the silver crucifix was Henry’s ploy as well.

One must say that Moneypenny’s idea was perfect–at the very least, Diarmuid never caught on to their plans on that front.

Abigail stormed into Althoff Manor once her taxi arrived.

Moneypenny was not around, so she went straight to Henry.

The old man was mulling over his chessboard, and had yet to retire to bed.

Abigail’s sudden intrusion actually left him puzzled. “Why are you here? And this late at night?”

She cut to the chase. “Give me back my son.”

That actually left Henry confused. “What?”

“You took my son, and threatened me to drug Diarmuid so that he would sleep with Kathy York. Those were all done under your orders, no?” Abigail said icily. “Also, know that the child is I-

“But I never took your son,” Henry said, putting down the chess piece he was holding.

Abigail doubted that. Moneypenny clearly stated that Henry was behind everything.

Keeping herself as calm as possible, she said, “Tommy is Diarmuid’s son. Do a paternity test if you doubt me.”

Henry frowned, appearing doubtful. “What?”

“My child is Diarmuid’s too.” Abigail snarled every word.

Henry almost slipped just then-a servant reacted quickly to catch to stop him from falling.

“Go! Get me Moneypenny right now!” he barked.

“Yes, sir.” The servant promptly left to look for the butler as soon as he helped Henry to a chair.

Abigail was actually confused just then. “You… didn’t take my child?”

“Why would I lie to you?” Henry retorted. “Yes, I was hoping you’d get Diarmuid to fall for Kathy York, but I didn’t know about your child. Hell, I would’ve taken the boy away from you at the mansion when we ran into you last time–even after all that has happened, I’m not that cold that I’d forget the fact that your grandfather saved me.”

Abigail was still doubtful, however. “Then why would Moneypenny take away Tommy, while acting as if it was your orders?”

Suddenly, the servant who left to find Moneypenny ran back into the room, exclaiming, “I’m sorry, sir, but Moneypenny has gone missing!”

“What?!” Henry sprang to his feet, losing his composure right then. “Then, start looking!” Abigail’s face turned ashen in fear, and she stumbled backwards, almost falling over.

If Henry did not know as well… then her child was in grave danger!

This would not do! She must look for them!

But just as she made to leave, Henry called out, “Where are you going? You don’t even know where they are!”

Abigail could not help yelling, “What, am I supposed to wait here?!”

Henry might be old, but he was far from senile–he doubt that Moneypenny would betray him.

Something sinister was afoot!

“Give me time. I’ll have my people look for him,” Henry told her.

Abigail could not calm down, let alone stay there and wait.

“I’ll help with the search!”

Henry gestured for his servant to stop her. “You think that’d help?”

“I have to do something!” Abigail’s tears welled in her eyes–she could not do nothing when her child was missing!

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